Before making light,
God cut
a piece
out of the charcoal night.
held it
in one hand
and waited.
When the sun
had grown
white hot,
God shook the
dark form,
and beheld:
the little
black dress.
Then God
looked about
for tan shoulders
on which to
perfectly drape it.
The rest
is herstory.
For Ingrid Michaelson
Copyright 2009/TW McDermott
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