I need to buy an elegant black dress;
(a dress I've romanticized in hundreds of daydreams).
It is always sleek velvet, black dust. Sweeping lines,
square renaissance neckline with tiny silver buttons,
kissing from collar bone to ankles (held by timeless strappy shoes).
And I'm always graceful and windswept.
I don't even feel guilty that she's still alive.
She always told me I was beautiful.