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My mother gave me a red dress,
still with the tags, with golden flowers
and deep pockets. It didn’t fit her,
and I tried it on in front of the mirror.
It didn’t fit me either, though my hands felt
safe and warm, deep in those pockets. It sagged
in the wrong places, not quite right
across the hips. It looked
like a dress my mother would wear,
and it reminded me
of her red apron. I didn’t think
that it would ever fit me.
