New Dress

last night they got me a brand-new dress
all silk and green and ribbons
today I am draped in its cloth, my hair twisted and braided
I feel perfect; I want to fly
but I
I am a flightless bird
who hears but cannot speak a word
and pretty dresses, I know, were meant for more
than twirling and giggling across the floor
up late – at my first party –
but for what more
I cannot guess
tonight, at six years old



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