My Wedding Dress Hangs There
limply uninhabited.
Its narrowness reproaches
my immensity.
It glows like a ghost,
dyed pink
by the unstaunched twilight.
The tiny buttons align themselves
like teeth. The lace
is a galaxy, cold constellations.
The polluted surf
of the hem churns,
stained with mud.
Kitty Coles’ poems have been widely published and have been nominated for the Forward Prize and Best of the Net. She was joint winner of the Indigo Dreams Pamphlet Prize 2016: her debut pamphlet, Seal Wife, was published in 2017. www.kittyrcoles.com
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