Panty Raid Poem By Terri Ford

Panty Raid Poem By Terri Ford!

It is 1974 and out the institutional open windows
of the college dorm, nylon bikinis in floral prints
are plummeting like the cheap bodies of birds. And then
your mother’s large white briefs like a mainsail, like
a flag of surrender, begin a slow dancing down current,
cinematic, lithe. All of the faces
are turning up, hushed, like those,
holding a hoop to save a child burning. It is the opposite,
of being lifted into the sky
the way I imagined my grandfather ascending
after the long pain of illness: this large pair of underpants
falling forever on the startled face
of an undergraduate boy.

Terri Ford
from Why the Ships Are She

Panty Raid Poem By Terri Ford

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