Faded Blouse

Elan Mudrow

Photo by Abbie Pegler Photo by Abbie Pegler

We take the blouse

(Forbidden by mothers

Unknown by fathers)

From out our school backpacks


Tucking our slimness,

Or the semblance of slimness

Into the new shell

Over naïve shoulders

Behind the large shade

of the neglected tree

In case someone’s looking

Knowing that everyone’s looking

Hoping for someone to notice

Which is different than looking.

This hunger evolves into

The secret tattoo,


Off-center, upon the upper arm

Back shoulder, above the ankle

Only to find out after

We have been well-fed

There still resides the wish

For the blouse to remain forbidden,

And the secret tattoo

Kept from fading

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