missing things

the movers
have stolen her new
underwear.
they were tucked neatly
in a dresser
drawer as the men carried
each out
the door, to the elevator
then truck.
she's unsure as
to how to approach
these young men
from the eastern bloc,
and ask them if they know
the whereabouts
of each
still packaged pair.
would she describe them
in detail,
the frills, the transparency,
the ones
with Friday in script
across the front.
or Tuesday in red?
best let it go,
and try not think about
it anymore.