Laura Foley recounts the embarrassment of visibility and the joys of risk-taking.
When I go shopping
for tee shirts, pants, a coat,
I’m embarrassed by sales clerks,
who might steal a look at me
as I study my mirror self.
Even groceries make me shy.
Do I recognize my former therapist
in the dairy aisle?
So, when my new lover proposes
we visit a sex shop together,
it’s so scary, so outrageous,
I just say Yes.
Appears in Night Ringing (Headmistress Press).
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