Dear Bra Burners,
my mother’s breasts are huge
there’s no way
still, I wish she would have
taken off her shoes
given up makeup and perfume
all the silly things
Peter, Paul and Mary
is as protest as she gets
biblical names over a pretty tune
I would never want her
to give up jewelry, though
opening the jewelry box
was opening adulthood
pretending to be her
soft of scent, body
and voice
cameo, brooch
a pendant:
one dove shadowing the next

Dawn Tefft | Mudlark No. 29
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