ann, her name was ann. my cousin.

slight, blond, flat chested. almost hollow

as I wished to be.

I think it was a whimsy shade of blue

with glass buttons, the style of dress

she always wore.


she grew tall

and it came to me


mother said it did not suit me, I wore tailored.

I felt out of place at parties.

mother gave it to the girl next door

as always: I saw her wear it.

recently I bought a red version, hung it

on the wall.

there is

an eternal wish to be hollow.