Poetry/Prose Exchange - # 2

what she was wearing  - by Denver Butson

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


"what she was wearing," by Denver Butson, from illegible address. © Luquer Street Press.

Poetry/Prose Exchange - # 1

A friend of mine invited me to join in on a poetry/literature exchange, in which we send an uplifting, inspirational line of poetry or prose to an email address included in the original message.  Then I choose twenty friends to share this idea further, who then do the same, and so on.

This is the line I chose to send.  At first, it may not seem uplifting, but to me, it makes sense.  I am, after all, a child of dark humor, of finding the brightest light from the darkest places.  

"Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendia was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice." 

- Gabriel García Márquez - One Hundred Years of Solitude