The Bra said…
You know I hate the bedroom floor
I want to be cupped to the silky curve of you
Another layer of your skin.
I serve you all day and then
You discard me for your husband
For those fresh laundered sheets
For that feather duvet that goes on for miles.
I get cold alone on that floor you know
Thrown away for another
I need the heat and softness of you
That smell of your adrenaline and fear and lust.
Do not burn me in a feminist frenzy
Keep me close
I will look after you
Care for you
I will keep the patriarchy embedded in your chest
Rising up in your throat.