What Do Women Want?

I want a red dress.
I want it flimsy and cheap,
I want it too tight, I want to wear it
until someone tears it off me.
I want it sleeveless and backless,
this dress, so no one has to guess
what's underneath. I want to walk down
the street past Thrifty's and the hardware store
with all those keys glittering in the window,
past Mr. and Mrs. Wong selling day-old
donuts in their café, past the Guerra brothers
slinging pigs from the truck and onto the dolly,
hoisting the slick snouts over their shoulders.
I want to walk like I'm the only
woman on earth and I can have my pick.
I want that red dress bad.
I want it to confirm
your worst fears about me,
to show you how little I care about you
or anything except what
I want. When I find it, I'll pull that garment
from its hanger like I'm choosing a body
to carry me into this world, through
the birth-cries and the love-cries too,
and I'll wear it like bones, like skin,
it'll be the goddamned
dress they bury me in.

by Kim Addonizio

Comments (14)

I want to walk like I'm the only woman on earth and I can have my pick. I want that red dress bad.
Just don't plan to run for the Senate later if you rip the dress off her - at least not unless you have the million or so buckazoids to settle the harassment suit.
now I have researched across the internet most women want sex with men few with only women try and visit google 4 me no clothes
I like the way it's written, especially the voluptuousness of this poem. But I am not sure if one can generalize and say that this is what all women want. Self-assertion doesn't come from just wearing provocative dresses; it comes from within too.
I want to walk like I'm the only woman on earth and I can have my pick. I want that red dress bad. I want it to confirm your worst fears about me, to show you how little I care about you or anything except what I want. When I find it, I'll pull that garment from its hanger like I'm choosing a body to carry me into this world, through the birth-cries and the love-cries too, and I'll wear it like bones, like skin, it'll be the goddamned dress they bury me in. Wow...what a poem..It's the story of a free bird on a free planet unlike our Earth. Bravo..poetess. I loved the theme. A perfect 10 for it.
See More