betty powdrill

Asking For It

after 40 days straight
i don’t dress for the rain anymore
mud-suffocated boots kicked off
by the heel
filth marking the floor where they lay
while my knee-length waterproof moulders
a lie
tossed in the corner
of the conservatory

i pull on my yellow sundress
feel it skim my unshaven thighs

bend over

to slip my bare feet
into sandals

yank my hair
into a crown

and step outside

let me be soaked

let me be heavy
and full
without shame

let moss bloom green in every crack

let me root