Which clothes to choose for such a call?
Lunch is not a pilgrimage, nor a promise.
My choices are flat on the bed: pants or skirt.
I choose the skirt without knowing why
is it respect or a sinkhole of rules
laid out by men? If they see my skin
then God alone knows what could happen.
For sin is a slow Texas road,
and we can never be sure where it will take us.
If the women see my legs, some may remember
how to move, might steal boots and pick up speed,
feet kicking up a storm behind.