an investment into my breasts that isn’t a reduction feels like a waste

Keywords: five things , writing , creative writing

an ill-fitting bra is not hard to spill out of. when you find your fit, a person or the preferred taste of your morning coffee, you don’t want to stray. the wire of my beloved bra came out like a family secret; so i had to carry six bras off the rack to a dressing room in hope that the support i needed would only cost me $11 and a quarterly trip to ross dress for less. but one spill and gaping cups and shifting band after another: i left with socks and hair products. i saved my tears for the parking lot.