Wars, Bras, Because...

War, Bras, Because...

I whine
because my mother's mother's mother
was a woman scorned
and her furious hell burns
through my bones.
Hopeless,
hapless,
powerless flesh.
Sometimes the worst days come
when you're having the time of your life.
Today, I told
and ran away.
She glanced, silent.
If wars could talk.
If walls could hug.

I'd never be misunderstood.

(1999)