Summer fashion

BY MICHELE HERMAN |

Most summers in New York City
a new part of the female body
comes into vogue or washes
back out. I remember the summer
of the strip of exposed hip
when waistbands grew low
and T-shirts child-sized, the summer
when collarbones were declared
the new erogenous zone.
Last year the waistbands crept
back up nearly to the midriff
while the sleeves all played
shoulder peekaboo.
This summer is already marked
by the insouciance of a mask
dangling from one ear.