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.
:(