Pink Tulle Skirt

By Isabelle Buneo

Sometimes I put on a pink tulle skirt

and paint polka dots on my eyes

just to go to the grocery store

and feel what it’s like to be a strawberry

Other times I decorate myself in pearls

and embellish my fingers with memories of my grandmother

to get a glimpse of life in old Hollywood

Some days I wear platforms to feel less small

In the morning I scour my closet

for a piece of freedom

Something to put myself in that will take me out of the ordinary

I stroke the fabric of my pink tulle skirt

I toy with the strings of my pearls

and I can feel sublimity

My feet lift off the ground

and the clouds extend their hands

to welcome me into their embrace.

I watch the world around me increase in saturation;

baby blue and soft yellow burst into azure and chartreuse

Oxygen fills my lungs

Every breath inflating me with inspiration

I look back at my pink tulle skirt

from my seat amongst the clouds

I grasp the pleats in between my pearls once again

and exhale the air of transcendence