Form has function
My pants, they stretch
soft on skin, practical for dance, asana, riding
a bicycle, I remember the rape, the fraternity kid counting a score
so he could belong to the brotherhood when my pants were tight blue jeans
American denim became hemp dresses, hairy armpits and legs
Yes, I know what it’s like to hide
Because I am afraid of being seen, I know what it’s like to peek out from the covers
to be drawn in because I am everything and more, then released because that desire
was a grown man’s Adolescent helplessness and mine, to be stimulated and then vanished
Yes, I know what it feels like to be passionate
amidst the chaos of sexual suppression
I know what it feels like to wear comfortable pants like my skin, to be comfortable
in my own skin
Do I remember the corset? The wool hat with veil?
Do I remember the lashings, the fires, the hangings?
Oh do I want to put blinders on people overcome by lust,
to blindfold greed and ignorance
re: Montana HB365 (this bill has been tabled)
"proposed bill, HB 365, would outlaw not just nudity, but also "any device, costume, or covering that gives the appearance of or simulates the genitals, pubic hair, anus region, or pubic hair region." "