It was all wispy and pillowy,
a little one-room dream
sick with romantic celebration.
Made admist the masculine 70's, to be
demandingly, unforgivingly
feminine.
Soft flowing ribbons on ladders.
Love was written on the walls.
Forced storybook and roses,
bleeding affectation.
Morton's syrupy pale pink world.
There was nothing dark or morose about it.
So imaginary you're not allowed to touch it.
Bionote
Britt McQuilkin lives in Manhattan writing original poetry, short stories, and plays. She received her B.A. in English in 2009 with an extensive concentration in poetry. Her favorite artists include Sylvia Plath, Andy Warhol, and Leo Tolstoy. For more information or to contact email: Writecontactbritt@gmail.com
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