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Mimi Lang’s Corsets & Bras
On Wilshire Boulevard
Heart of The Miracle Mile
My mother/My aunt/My grandmother
Knew how to Sculpt women’s figures
With silk, wire and whale bone
I was seven or eight
And would roll about on the floor
In the back by the fitting rooms
Full of lingerie and flesh
Pretending to play while
Peeking under the partitions
Charming the customers
I discovered sex and that
Foundation was everything