Unruly Curvature


I can barely contain my unruly curves.

Nobody and nothing can.

Clothes can scarcely keep them in line.

They want to spill out and over.

Subdue all angles.

Expunge all sharpness.

Lines and stripes can’t even stay straight. No matter how hard they try. Or cry.

Straightness and confinement. No, these are forbidden, whenever my curves are involved.