Underwire

_{There is a thin blade of metal
curving beneath my left breast
it is coming loose and cutting into my chest.
I try to push it back but
whenever I move, I
once again feel a sharp suspicion that
it has come undone.
Later, I realize
that an underwire is sometimes like life-
nice until it falls apart,
edging painfully closer to your heart.
I laughed a little,
and put on a new bra.}


That bra was one of my favorites, too.
:(

Busy

_{I am rushing to and fro,
people to see, places to go,
I'm running
out of time.
I am working on the brink
of not getting any sleep;
I'm trying
not to whine.
It's just that I'm so busy,
and I just want some time
for me.}


Busy, busy, busy.

Loving it, but still. Kinda ridiculously full schedule. 7:30 am to 11 pm, always something to be doing.