Reb Livingston

No Bra Required

Someone scrawled funny
words on our underwear.
Our underwear, way
too loose on our
rascal asses.
We must realize
ourselves into those
big britches
, you declare.
Love in a hand basket.
Hell in my heart.
My camisole, yours, evermore.
Never have I believed in polygamy
more than I do
rising this daybreak.

Reb Livingston
No Bra Required is reprinted from The Bedside Guide to No Tell Motel (No Tell Books, 2006).
Poem, copyright © Reb Livingston, 2006
Appearing on the Fishouse with permission
Audio file, copyright © 2006, From the Fishouse