Imprisoned In Jeans
Legs in the highest of high heels;
Shapes paid to wear
the rags
Of some big deal
Whose name commands big money.
Girls willowy, who saunter
‘Cross our TV screens
In jeans
Of every width and breadth
But there, there in the secret part,
The part that has to breathe
Confined, restrained, constricted, trapped
They sit
Tight, tight,
No single centimeter left in which
To fit
A finger in some slit.
A sweaty thing, to say the least.
Imprisoned In Jeans 2.25.2013
Our Times, Our Culture II; Circling Round Vanities II:
Arlene Corwin