I want a maxidress so big that it can hold all the regrets of my ancestors.

I want a maxidress that hides all of my flaws until no one left living in this world remembers the lies I told about her, or the way I convinced all of our friends, and eventually myself, that I had been the injured party and she the monster. It’s been so long now that I wouldn’t know how to find her and beg for her forgiveness until my mouth became comfortable with the shape of truth again; there’s no one left to make amends to.

I want a maxidress that covers a multitude of sins, even murder. Especially a murder.

I want a maxidress I can wear in all kinds of weather, no matter who else is lost to us in the storm.

I want a maxidress so full and flowing that even the river naiads, who are notoriously difficult to impress, mistake me for a roaring waterfall.

I want a maxidress that looks forgiving on everyone, so I can do something in the moments before I fall asleep besides carefully replaying every instance in my life where I’ve been wronged.

I want a maxidress so comfortable that I never wake up, or even want to.