God in Underwear

A Careerist in Wonderbra, everywhere She looked hung Her sparkling, floating fruits. Coolly inclined, yet fleet in coltish air—no union shop. Her ruby throne floats aloft the nascent void. Below, a tribe of naked, scrappy, sweating cherubs inscribes Her word, remands to forge a fusty pair of virgin, sapphire tablets. No, not a day for thongs— Day Five coming fast, She wants to look Her best. She pokes around a lingerie chest, lifts a pale-yellow chiffon pair of Carine Gilsón … Continue reading God in Underwear