See Yinz, I'm Off To My Destiny

I'll write when I get back Sunday evening.

Sincerely, Mrs. Reb Bon Jovi



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.