Snuggies
are
hospital ball gowns
I prefer to wear them with
nothing
underneath
and one shoulder slipped out
like a fallen bra strap:
a wardrobe malfunction
for wolves in sheep clothing
I readjust my glasses,
set teeth against my lower lip
like small white almonds
and pick up my dog-eared copy
of Lolita
a femme fatale to the end
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