Hair – “Do” poem by mare

well, i’m on a bit of a jag about boobs this morning with the previous post with some of Maya Angelou’s wonderfully fun wisdom and comments on aging and sagging boobs. so I thought i’d post a poem I wrote in 1996, when my boobs were not sagging so much and I would have ventured to go braless more so than now, for sure. ;~)

 

Hair – “Do”

Never ever wear the same bra

the next day

after a haircut, for you never know

when a sliver of hair may have

snuck into a crevice of that harness,

to irritate and irritate in the most public

of itches,

and you are dying with an urge

so unconscious to scratch those mammaries,

or better yet, unwield your chest from

the fetters of customary holds, and let

freedom fall in its own way, while you

contemplate moving ever so slowly so as

not to become the superball of chests, or just

outright dance and leap down the street – letting all

know that you are woman and,

perhaps

they might even admire your new “do.”

 

1996

baltimore

mare