Eye-conoclasm
by Joanna Gilman Hyde
On My Dresser
when I was little
I displayed a black & white
photograph of My Father
dressed as George Washington
for a costume party —
I remember His Girlfriend
as Martha
showing Me Her Skirts —
all Her Skirts
right down to Her Short Lace Slip —
I remember The Layers
as She counted
like the lime-green prom dress
I think I’ll buy
from The Salvation Army
to dance My Dance of Hip Hop
with arms revealed
legs concealed