Tuesday, June 9, 2015

Setting fire to something*

What She Was Wearing

this is my suicide dress
she told him
I only wear it on days
when I'm afraid
I might kill myself
if I don't wear it

you've been wearing it
every day since we met 
he said

and these are my arson gloves

so you don't set fire to something?
he asked


and this is my terrorism lipstick
my assault and battery eyeliner
my armed robbery boots

I'd like to undress you
 he said
but would that make me an accomplice?

and today
 she said I'm wearing
my infidelity underwear
so don't get any ideas

and she put on her nervous breakdown hat
and walked out the door 

Denver Butson

*I've posted this poem before, maybe even several times. I find it nearly perfect in every way.


  1. Ohhhh I love this with every fiber of my being.

  2. A perfect poem. Keep posting it.

  3. Keep posting it, yes, please, it's riveting. It's the first time I remember seeing it, and the way my memory is going I'll be delighted to read it the next time you post it. Thank you.

  4. I thought I had read it before. I love this poem! I especially love that she wears her suicide dress everyday.

  5. I love this poem anew every time you post it!!!!

  6. At the risk of sounding hyperbolic: this is an ingenious poem. I have a confession to make: the only poetry I read is what I find on your blog.

  7. Fantastic poem. First time I've read it. Thanks for bringing it to light. x0 N2



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