I never told
when my hand-me-down panties w/ the frayed elastic fell down
& I walked out of them, chin up, never missing a step;
while behind me, Converse AllStars, penny loafers,& white bucks
scuffed them along the packed halls of Salem Classical.
But then it was slips & petticoats
Mum mostly insisted upon for my sisters & me,
for a reason we knew had something to do with modesty, being good,
& boys; so I never told.
(Toward the end of the 50’s as I went through K-8 Horace Mann Training School into Salem Classical and High School, these would have been on the hi fi back in our den where I was supposedly practicing cello.)