I have Oompa Loompa legs
beneath my black/white skirt I
see them prodding away at the pavement reflected
in windows and so on.
It's a little mournful; in private imaginings
my legs reach from the ground right up to
wherever they need to be and they take me with them
and I am protected and loved because my
legs are fantastic but windows
at night don't lie. I have Oompa Loompa
legs, so when the man with a face like a
snowball peers up my black/white skirt
on the stairs I'm [sighingly] a little bit
grateful for his condescension.