friend Gina,
who likes to snoop,
is waiting for me when
i come
out of the shower.
she's holding
a bra in her hand,
a black
sheer thing
with a single snap
in the back.
she's shaking it
in the air
like a dead fish.
not wanting to get too close.
what's this? she says.
is there something
you want to tell me?
i found this
under the bed.
i look at the label,
ah yes.
that's Donna's.
from years ago.
see all the dust on it?
why don't you try it on,
see if it fits.
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