i want a red dress and comfortable shoes.

going through old publicity pics for size ate today that were taken by my friend g - a very talented artist, photographer, handbag and textile designer. i came across this one. it was one of my favorites at first glance as i think the pic is a pretty true representation of who i am as a person; ya know, that whole woman-child, angel-whore thing we all have goin' on. it didn't really convey anything about the show itself though, so it was relegated to the reject pile. boo hoo hoo. but today, i post it w/ this poem i found recently...just because i wannooo...and perhaps because i'm feeling a little vain. today, i just need to be seen. knowwhatimean?

as bill blass said, ladies: "when in doubt, wear red."

What Do Women Want?
by Kim Addonizio

I want a red dress.
I want it flimsy and cheap,
I want it too tight, I want to wear it
until someone tears it off me.
I want it sleeveless and backless,
this dress, so no one has to guess
what's underneath. I want to walk down
the street past Thrifty's and the hardware store
with all those keys glittering in the window,
past Mr. and Mrs. Wong selling day-old
donuts in their café, past the Guerra brothers
slinging pigs from the truck and onto the dolly,
hoisting the slick snouts over their shoulders.
I want to walk like I'm the only
woman on earth and I can have my pick.
I want that red dress bad.
I want it to confirm
your worst fears about me,
to show you how little I care about you
or anything except what
I want. When I find it, I'll pull that garment
from its hanger like I'm choosing a body
to carry me into this world, through
the birth-cries and the love-cries too,
and I'll wear it like bones, like skin,
it'll be the goddamned
dress they bury me in.