JELLY
it takes a french curve --see?
the flare of the tennis skirt
in front versus back
hiked as if beckoning
(& this is why mom called me fast: for having a body)
i spend a lot of time asking
why are leggings flat?
who has straight legs
(besides Sally the Witch)?
this slit ia not enough, why?
how do I become a pencil?
should i, must i be hobbled?
maybe lessness is freedom (more like a boy)
because there is not enough
my lucky fighting panties gingerly
meet the bus seat
& my brown bottom contemplates
being made wanted by an unbrown vulture
(though we were before
& will be after
(before knives and without)
the waistband too takes the longer route
along the french curve
dips like a body aggrieved,
like a grunt, surprised:
i didn't expect to carry this much