Lies they like to tell us

They are what she calls her smalls,

tucked into the washer in spite

of protest that she will ruin

bras socks leggings tights

bustiers briefs garters

knickers bikini-pants g-strings

thongs boy’s cut anklets thigh highs


and I wonder how they are still

called smalls

while the larges are

shrinking


boob tubes tank tops camisoles

mini-skirts brazilian cut jeans

wanting to show more

and I want to show more too but

as I am unwilling to enter

this conversion out of shyness or prudery

or frigidity

I stick to turtlenecks,

as turtlenecks are safer.


© Christy Frisken

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