A Suburban Epic

I amin justmy Sears brascreechingfists and armswhirring out of controlan angry windmill(he thinks)trying to make a pointthat got lostin hysterical languagehe at least has hisunderpants onincluding shirt and tie

I remember when I was 14whoever saw me inmy lace bra (I had 6)an intimatea girlfriend sharing secretsat the mirror we experimentedwith make-upboth getting readyfor good-night kissesor a boyfriend

the 1st one to see mylace brathe seashell pink onehis anxious blush and minehis gentle awkward touchesnice shiversI still feel in the afternoonwhen the kids aretaking a nap

NowI ammarriedinside a hothouseof flowers bloomingragewe fightwe argue(we tell the children) we discusswe screamabout socksstill damp in the dryerunpaid parking ticketscar windows left open in the rainmy sisterhis brotherI can't evenafford a lace bra

This is notwhat I expectedin a million yearsyears spentnot marriedseeing friends marrybefore me

they looked so happyfinallyevery daywhen the kidsare nappingI wonder ifthere areany married womenwith a closetfullof lace bras