How many layers
Constitute acceptable?
What fabric is most modest?
If my underwear is antique
are my values antiquated?
What if I create a
futuristic contraption
just to restrict
mammary gesticulation?
Would that be
labeled a “torture device”
on par with the brassiere
or good old-fashioned corset?
If a thousand sheer layers
obscured my nakedness
would you still cast shame
upon my meager frame?
What inherent paradox
is stitched into the fabric
of the strap?
That mystical elastic
which proves adherence
yet incites a mob riot!
How many questions
can one human endure
regarding a supposedly
private set of spheres?
What if I built a
bonfire with all the
silk and underwire?
Who’s to stop me
aiming all the inflammatory fuel
I’ve ever been doused with
at the center
lighting a match and watching
the ribbons flutter
in the blistering wind
coming off the blasting
flames fed with
the laundry of every put-upon
wife, mother, daughter,
sister, and friend?
K.B. Silver
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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