how about that

Nothing to do but wait.
In the stale heat
of the attic, in the rippled
full-length mirror, she posed
in velvet, in chiffon, in
her mother's useless clothes,
waiting for her breasts
to blossom and fill
the loose bodice of
her grief.

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inspired by the work of SAUL BASS, ART GOODMAN and DAVE NAGATA.
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