over my shoulders
scars of lint have gathered
wrecking ball of stiff blouses
heavy coats
never never sleep in it my husband says
oh but I will
for the chafing stabbing wires
pincers at my sternum
making me dream of heart failure
under
shapeless prisons of cotton
under
ash dingy flattened satin
under
itch of polyester
under
drag of wool
a little snatch of lace
This was for our second exercise...to infuse an ordinary object with extraordinary qualities. I wrote about my bra.
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