Pawn shop scent,
with a vintage look
but a thrift store price.
My new little black dress.
Paradox.
This dress is not new but old and aged.
A piece of someone else’s history,
A long forgotten dress that collects no memories
only dust.
It lives for years in its cardboard coffin of a recycled gift box.
Rediscovered and sent away.
Sent away with its mysterious past
and it’s own story to tell.
Where it has been need not matter
it is only where I’m taking it.
To add to its history
adding to someone else’s history.