First time worn,
seat on the bus
discovered how high
this dress rides up.
Not scandalous, but.
More than she wanted to show.
Her panties are anxious, her legs
feel flush, they don't want to be
so deeply and easily
potentially known
to all of us.
She's not easy to know.
All day sitting down now,
she'll have to trust
to presence of mind.
Another distraction
taking care - as time
crawls slow,
and rides up,
and pulls down
low as it will go.
Angle herself
and catch and remind,
so no one can suss
all she's keeping there
not for them to know.
She liked this dress,
too. It was a find.
So unfair. She can't wait
to be done, and ride
the bus home, shake out
her hair and slip
out of the show.
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