Dress Code 

I wanna be able 

to walk into my living room with my black corset on 

 with no pants and my tits uncovered 

while my roommate eats dinner with her boyfriend.

They cooked chicken 

and potatoes 

and Brussel sprouts.

I think I smell some garlic.

Just enough.

They burned something too.

I gotta pee. 

I wonder what it will take for me to walk out with the right black covering only over my midsection.

I’m most comfortable this way. 

In discomfort. 

In my room.

In the dark.

In the sheets.

In between.



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