
Michaela
Frumpy
Swallowed the lie that clothes are more
Than something to keep me safe and warm
That what I wear should affect how I’m seen
Whether violence toward me is merited indeed
Show not-too-much skin
Dress to kill and to win
Wear something that flatters my curves
Though my comfort and confidence are better served
By wearing things that skim
Flow over my hips, billow in wind
Conform to my magic
Keep me from going static
Allow me to find garments less constricting
Because I hate their restrictions
That’s why I forget my coat.