what about the little new years eve dress?

she asks me

if the dress she has on is the right one.

she's standing at the end

of the bed

staring into a mirror,

twirling

around.

umm, not sure, i tell her.

try the red one,

yes, the one

with lace.

after she tries that one on,

i say,

what about that little black one

you wore

on New Years Eve, no, no,

the short one, or

how about

the green one, yes, the tight

one showing

off your Pilates body.

she sighs and goes to 

the closet to find

one more.

with each change of clothes,

she let's the dress

drop to the floor

and stands there in her heels

and stocking,

and little else.

and to think i used to have

to go to a smokey go go

bar, to see a performance

such as this.