Sometimes when I wear that dress,
the yellow one, with the lapels and
uneven hem, I think of
the way that man told you
(not me, of course), “Hey,
I can see up your lady’s dress.”
We were laying in the park.
You were angry for me – your anger
filled the vacuum left by my
complacency. How spared you were,
I think, to those kinds of comments.
There’s still a bit of a grass stain
on the bottom of that dress. A scratch
of green, cross-hatched, like a scrape.
Kaitlin Tremblay is a writer, editor, and gamemaker focusing on horror, mental illness, and feminism. Her writing has appeared on Playboy, The Toast, and she is the co-author of the book Escape to Na Pali: A Journey to the Unreal (Five Out of Ten, 2014). Her writing and games can be found on her website www.thatmonstergames.com