she wore an orange silk camisole underneath her cotton blouse<\/p>\n
making every breeze more interesting to those who stood over her<\/p>\n
while she rode the bus from fayette to montford<\/p>\n
and it had never dawned on her that anyone would even desire a peek<\/p>\n
much less stare with bold eye or quick glance;<\/p>\n
and the daisy dukes revealed the orange lace tap pants underneath.<\/p>\n
she did it all so effortlessly that she sometimes forgot to be coy<\/p>\n
and men would whistle and yell out to her-<\/p>\n
but she’d never pause to acknowledge the attention-<\/p>\n
walking in her sheer cotton blouse and daisy dukes<\/p>\n
she felt like a girl again<\/p>\n
and didn’t want to think about the water bill she had<\/p>\n
left on the dresser<\/p>\n
or the dead beat dad who came by once in a while-<\/p>\n
here and now<\/p>\n
she was independent and spontaneous-<\/p>\n
unrestrained and immune to the world around her-<\/p>\n
ripe like a tangerine.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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