Not hand-me-downs, those
become our own,
mysteriously finding an easy secondary life.
your dead mother's night gown,
that piece of fleece
falls like familiar snow on your shoulders.
the wedding dress that seeded
your sister's nuptials, pure silk
seems to kiss every body new.
dress in secret authenticity.
this: Three nuns traveled
to the city from the rural Mother House.
to try on the cut of the secular world.
and giggling, they borrowed poor-box clothes
from the fabulous cathedral.
day they became lovely laity,
only slightly stained,
walking down Park Avenue in other people's clothes.
Taylor's poems and prose have been published in Whetstone,
Hubbub, Spillway, New Plains Review, Red Cedar Review, Zone
3 and various other journals. She recently finished a M.A.
in English/Creative Writing at University of Central Oklahoma
with Carol Hamilton on her committee.