I just used that title to catch your attention. Actually, it’s the name of one of my poems in Volume 44, Number 2 of the fine poetry magazine, California Quarterly, edited by Pearl Karrer. “Taking Off Our Clothes” (p. 44) is joined by “The Glove Factory” (p. 34), a narrative poem inspired by a tiny glove store I saw in a walk-up in Brooklyn. Check it out. Here’s the link:
Here’s a sample:
Now we have gloves that fit everybody. They stretch over our knobs and irregularities. They have no tapered finger-ends. The ritual of pulling gloves off by the tips, undressing slowly and languorously in public, soft fabric sliding over skin –all that is gone.