Weight in Youth
by Sparks In Shadow
It was an easy to launder $4.00 bargain, ready for deli counter assaults staining through aprons each work day, but he pronounced my gray dress hideous, strange. Cheeses, pesto, non-vegetarian foodstuffs ruining clothes, clinging to me as I worked, didn’t sway him. He hated the dress, then me.
Laughing off his bitter ferocity, misread, I coped until his disdain crystallized. My sight faltered as if gray had a world’s weight, pulling me far from the sun.
Waking again, surprised to see light, I let him forget.
Gray dresses thrill me now, more than men bearing foul, oscillating moods.
Inspired by a memory.