i am her fall1997 max studio, black pants
still known as, the "nice pair", my stitching still strong, my shape fitting. she takes me to all the important parties, benefits, art openings, and impressionable first dates. a purple thong usually accompanies, to avoid unsightly lines. tonight i am cross-legged with a linen napkin at la folie. it's a seminar, they are talking about HIV drugs, so far the only thing that any normal human being or pair of pants can understand is that there are now 16 drugs on the market, which fall into four categories of tolerance, and each cocktail, for they are often mixed, has a resistance factor that every individual doctor must strategically plan for each individual patient. the doctor went on, about the education of this new drug, what was the name of it? Saquinivir, then he made really frightening remarks like, "diabetes is something I just don't want to give people." no one batted an eye, quite horrifying but the worst was when he casually mentioned that the state of Texas, which is where he was from, has no funding for people with HIV, and I thought, what screwy governor would do that? The pharmaceutical company, Roche, really put out, later privately reveling that it's 12 guests, plus the two freeloaders, herself and the genius speaker's, second wife, who said she was a nurse, who brilliantly reminded the group of doctors, pharmacists, and health care professionals that Prozac need only be taken once a week. the pants next to me wondered out loud under his breath,” is that based on personal experience?" the group of freeloading doctors who just wanted a free meal were fed at $145 a pop, tipped the valet dollar bills and drove home in groups of two in cars made in early last decade, except for the doctor's assistant, who drove a 2001 Land Rover. her hips shifted resting on one leg, was it the medium rare filet and six glasses of wine, or the sudden wonderment of this new complexity. i'm wondering. well, all in a day’s work i suppose, so off i go, folded neatly, and tossed onto the rest of the clothes.