Saranwrap Skirt

 

By Annabelle Ginter

 

 

In the eyes of red waxy lips

Saranwrap skirts and twenty hours

Of how-to-youtube

Just follow my lead, okay?

Why won’t you just love me?

Are you sure you want this?

A man with too much tequila

And two parents who didn’t understand

Choices of high heels hidden

Upstairs clouds of smoke seeped

But who was he to listen to consent?

The newest war paint she bought

From a newly clean aisle in a Walgreens

Streamed down crimson cheeks

Why did I wear my saranwrap skirt?