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SHOW ME
Pretnar joins Spencer Dew, Kate Duva and Todd Dills at our Dec. 29 reading at Chicago's Book Cellar. See the events page for details.
I am wearing a dress.
A pink dress for the summer, darker than flowers.
In a rush-hour crush from the elevated train trickling down rickety wood stairs to the turnstiles for an exit, can you see it? The cool metal rung catches up my dress as I pass through, hitching my skirt just past the weight of my ass, exposing the line.
It had happened once already on my way in to catch the train. I'd twisted gently at the waist and swept my dress back down.
But this time I wait for it, expectant, hoping for the air to hit too high on my leg, for the gauzy hem to flutter too high against my skin. This time I let it happen.
I twist gently at the waist to the man behind me. He smiles, says, "That's the best thing that's happened to me all day."
I manage to blush.
Darker than flowers.
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