Home   :    About   :   Music   :   Poetry   :   Art   :   Comics   :    Films       Store   



08
Jun

POEM: Bra

BRA

As she rolls backwards,
the telephone cord
wiggles between her
legs. Her tone is smooth:
“I swear we should tie

the knot, I swear it.”
My eyeballs are penned.
I follow the curve
of her back onto
a worn mound of clothes.
A bra dots it, a

snow capped peak. A vague
image, a faceless
phony brushed my
eyes. Her — yet NOT her.
I’m hung up in her
lacy brassiere. Cords

and wires hook me
up. I will not peel
this peak. I will not
right this voice. I will
not draw with these lines.

Leave a Reply

You must be logged in to post a comment.

  • All content, art, and text is copyright RadioCobalt.com 2010
  • AWSOM Powered