the monster in my closet/la belle bete noir

I used to wear
sensible white underwear.

Now,a black lace bra
underneath a businesslike
cotton shirt on Monday,
my amulet/scapular against
the mundane.

Fishnet stockings,
flashing
between sensible loafer
and trouser cuff,
a private entertainment
on the way
to the copier.

My favorite thong
and the hug of my jeans
reminding me to walk
like a woman.

meant to be seen-
or perhaps only sensed
like a shade of infrared light
beyond the visible range,
felt, not seen