So I got in the mail yesterday a postcard/coupon for a free panty. No, it was for a "free panty!" The exclamation point should not be excluded. Excitement over underwear is a good thing in my book, in my country, in the United States of Me. I think I stole that from Tony Hoagland. Oh well. We'll live. But, anyway, a panty, a free one. Panty is such a weird word. Eliot used to say that it was impossible to publish a poem with the word panty it; I'm sure it's been done, but I think his point was it's an awkward word. And by Eliot I don't mean Thomas Stearns; I mean, my old pal Eliot. And I'm using 'and' a lot today. I'm in a random mood.
But, back to the panty. You buy your girlfriend some shimmery, secret thing (obviously, I'm talking about aluminum foil) and you're guaranteed a lifetime of free panties. Curiouser and curiouser.
So I've used 'bra' in a couple of poems and felt they worked fine. But not panty. Have any of you? Let me know. If not, I challenge you to write a panty poem.
And post it here, or on your blog, and I'll link to it.