Seven years ago my mother paid over 1,500 dollars to dress me as a lady on my wedding day.
“Ladies wear Cassini,” she told me,
and she bought me a grand dress,
and the most grand tiara to go along with it.
I was pregnant and she reminded me it would be improper for me to decide upon a white dress.
This dress chose me.
There are only two others like it in the world
a test dress
that never became anything more.
Wrapped in its protective sealant, preserved, for the last seven years, it had begun to yellow
those stains have vanished in a day.