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