apad 18

[bardiphouka]

She keeps her spandex in the closet,
which everyone agrees is for the best.
Near the last hurrah of vinyl sound
in whiskey boxes on the dustballed floor.

Late at night, with her children asleep
and the last prayer of venom toward her ex
put out along with the last cigarette
she dreamdresses her memory in spandex

The last lost lusting revel of the days
where she danced horizontal to heavy metal
beats with snowmen on satin sheets
her dreaming keeping the small girl at bay

with the cotton school dress and dreams
of growing into dignity and ever afters.