Jill turns the gas low.
She walks to the front bedroom
to get a new bra.
Walking, she reaches
both hands around behind her
to unclip her bra.
Topless, she thinks, ‘Oops,
in all the thriller movies
when a woman leaves
something on the stove
and goes out of the kitchen,
that’s when she’s attacked . . .’
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