SunDress

I don't like the stinging insult

Of perfume on my sunburned skin.

It's poison, and I know it.

Yet I still breathe it in.

I'll wear this dirty sundress

Over modesty's lament.

I'll take your sharpened stares,

Until my self-esteem's cement.

They say beggars can't be choosers

So I've never been to church.

Maybe I just don't get the concept.

Maybe getting it is worse.

I'm not quite sure what I mean here,

Although I meant all that I said.

Sometimes my stitches wiggle loose

Before I've found another thread.

I'm not a thief, but I'm a liar.

Believe in what you want.

The truth is that I'm neither.

I have nothing else to flaunt.