A Day Without

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I want to give you darkness unfettered
you alone
among the star-dusted obsidian
free to wake and wander
while the rest of us sleep
slip out our door
onto the quiet street
in your night-clothes
fearless
as what we’d been taught to fear
has at last gone
every lightless alley
and inky black parking lot
now available for exploration

I want you to wear a red wrap dress
because you like the color
how it fits your curves
how it feels so comfortable
like a vibrant second skin
and when your colleague passes
as you sit sipping tea and writing copy
he tells you your last article
was well-reasoned and powerful
and that your dress
makes him think of July

I want you to read
in history books
that the night did not always belong to us
nor did the vote
or our right to decide for ourselves
who and when to marry
or if we’d become a mother
that women and men
faced ridicule and contempt
put themselves at risk
to eliminate yours
served you limitless opportunities
despite their own limitations
and gave you access to galaxies whenever you wish

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About Julie Ayers

Seasoned apocaloptimist, keen admirer of well-placed words, fierce mama bear of extra special children, black belt hugger, and advocate for a fashion rebellion which elevates the most human of hearts to socially acceptable outerwear.

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