My poetry

partially autobiographical, sometimes biographical, hopefully creatively crafted

Monday, December 19, 2011

Red Bras and Bad Girls

This poem was published in The Blue Jew New Yorker, August on 2010, Issue #8, Ahavas Golus.

Red Bras and Bad Girls

The day I furtively wore a red bra
the world did not come to an end.
Civilization did not fall and momma did not have a
heart attack
although, she did accuse me of colluding with terrorists
and other bad girls.

The day I furtively wore a red bra
the nasty, bible-toting misogynist
with his broken-down house and battered wife
did not pretend to ignore me
instead he gawked perversely.
As he stared, he bellowed and muttered,
“You are going to hell, harlot,”
and “Damned, damned to hell, the little slut”
as drool oozed from his lips.

The day I furtively wore a red bra
the nosy, old bats that lived next door
with their prune faces and freeze-dried, atrophied vaginas
did not totter over in shock. However, they did stare and slowly whisper
drawled, excited obscenities
that smacked more of envy and forgotten orgasms
and less truly of astonishment.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Love the poem for it's tale and sentiment. As for Red bras - bright colors are now in style. Prune face just couldn't keep up.