Marilyn

I was running to the train in my flowery skirt this morning.
I have made it by myself from a dress bought in Thailand.

As I run towards the escalator I notice that something is not quite right.
The lighter than light summer skirt is no longer on my waist.
It is rather hugging my ankles.
But I can not stop so I run all the way to the train with the skirt in my ankles.
Undies showing and all.
Humiliation.
You may eat your heart out Marilyn.


- E