Do you have this problem too?

Pardon me for a moment while I talk about something unbecoming to a proper lady like me (hey now, is that a guffaw I just heard from you?). Car seats and shifting underwear - it's a real problem. Is it just me or is it truly impossible to remove oneself from the driver's seat without also then needing to adjust one's underthings? Maybe it's how I get out of the car. Maybe it's my underwear. Perhaps this is the unspoken reason why people opt for the "luxury" of leather seats at some point in their lives. Or does this still happen even on the decreased friction of leather? 

Do you notice other people adjusting their underwear right after they get out of the car? I'm not sure I've noticed that, and believe me, I'm watching. Or maybe people are more tolerant of skewed underwear than I am. Maybe the popularity of thongs has made car seat wedgies a moot problem. Perhaps the perpetual wedgie given by dental floss underpants offers benefits that I've been ignoring. 

Does this happen to you? If not, what do you think accounts for your ability to remove yourself from your car without underwear disruption?  And please spare me the obvious answer. I don't want to know that about you! 

The Ear's Anatomy

The concha collects
vibrations from your lips.
Pressure waves
pushing across the space.
Shell named, shell shaped, shell taste,
as tongue's tip touches
and traces the pocket
where whispers and wishes wash up.
Concha bowl that resonates
at the place of
fricatives and sibilants,
so that as years slip-slide
to questions of
"What's that?" & "Come again."
or even a graceless, "Huh?",
I can cup a hand behind my ear
(perhaps bumping my glasses skew)
to enhance, enlarge, to amplify
the soft secrets
you still speak to me.

Writer's Camp Fallout

Fair to middling
Mediocre amateurs,
Word, words, his, hers,
Words, words, words, blurs.
Unhinged.
Unopened.
Unable to stop.
My, his, her words,
blurs,
wordswordswordswords.