i think
there’s only one skirt
in my wardrobe
as a child
french imports
meant fluffy dresses
that i’d never desired
to adorn
there were numerous arguments
but you can’t transform someone’s view
especially that of a child — to shatter
the will in their essence
would be cruel
comfort was found in pants
i never envisioned my true nature
in dresses – except maybe
the knee length crochet
goth dress with emphasised
poets’ cuffs — which at present
decorates a space
with its eloquence
although i’ve never travelled
to the uk, my favourite pair
of straight leg pants
came from harrod’s of london
i felt tremendously in vogue
perfectly tailored for my body
right off the shelf
during my formative years
i remember someone
advised me that london
was two years ahead
of north america
with regards to garment styles
a tremendous investment
to my wardrobe – the quality of fabric
housed with an “i can be,
or do whatever
i desire
attitude!\”
Inspired By Anna Mazzotta, Harrods Powder Room
CCIQ Press 