Slip of a girl
     with the shiny polyester
     pants 'cause you want
me to see your
     lacy g-string underwear
How much can you reveal
     with your arms encased
     only by two strings of spaghetti?
Painted toes slipping through,
     heels curving naked yet
     calloused into armored clogs
I can know every part of you
Read your skin like
     yesterday's newspaper, forgotten
     until this morning, brought
     inside yellowed and no
     longer current.
But your headlines
     eyes-face-smile wiped away
Curls streaming like bleaching sunlight
Only one small smile escaping
     as you step from curb to street
And for that
     I subscribe