I’ve never owned
A red bra.
Never
Hightailed
Cocktailed brawls.

I’ve observed,
but never done,
In truth.

I’ve never accepted
Polished bras.
Never browbeat
Subjectivity, did I?

I’ve never owned a red bra!
I could never part myself
From common sense…

Red, white, blue, green…
what’s the point? A bra
is a bra, which women wear,
For a purpose.

“Bras are sexy,
Yes, indeed,
Bras bring out
The hormones in me.”

“Procreate, let’s procreate,
Nothing’s mine,
You’re left with fate!”

Gold, blue, purple, else,
What more can be asked
From our naked selves?

Oh, baby, do you want to know?

Buy me a red bra...

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 10/3/06