It had made sense at the time
to build up her hope chest–
with fuzzy socks &
monogrammed handkerchiefs–
until she realized that by “chest,”
her mother hadn’t meant her bra,
but rather her trousseau.
It had made sense at the time
to build up her hope chest–
with fuzzy socks &
monogrammed handkerchiefs–
until she realized that by “chest,”
her mother hadn’t meant her bra,
but rather her trousseau.
