I sing the praise of bras:
sport bras, training bras
uplift bras, padded bras
nursing bras, magic bras
strapless bras, full-figure bras
I’ve known more bras than the women who wore them
in all colors & shapes & sizes, just like those women themselves
the sexless bras of my mother
Jacqueline’s flower hippy bra
the unthinkable bras of nuns
green bras cupped like my hands
Elaine’s red bra on a blanket in a meadow
the white bras of Babs
Mary’s rose petal pink bra
saffron bikinis of dancing dakinis
the nighttime black bras of Michele
the jogging bra of June mornings
the burgundy bra I miss so much
Bras surround me everyday, in hiding
peeking beneath summertime blouses
their outlines like the topographical map of the Grand Tetons
taking on the color of the map itself
the outlines of bras I can only imagine
bras hidden in drawers all across America
bras like radio stations I haven’t tuned in yet.
September 27, 2010
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