morning has broken and so have I, quote unquote, the only thing that separates me and you is a thin wall of cotton
Today the world wakes, as it always does,
and chooses which underwear to put on.
While I look good in a thong I rarely
wear them. I tend toward the soft cotton ones,
the ones that your grandmother would have called,
“modest,” if they didn’t have those tell-tale
stains burned in and that rip down the crotch.