Memoir as A Dress Outgrown
For so long gone I have been a good casing
Like for a bullet hard and dreaming of skin.
I am sleek and shiny.
but no matter the forces against me
I don’t know how to give,
so when the bullet inside me
too much material for not enough material
I knew I would be shed,
flying backward to your eyes.
I feel ineffectual,
but I know I am beautiful
the way she watches my silken shine on the floor
the way she fingers my creases.