I shift pillows and blankets and sheets with purpose,
Searching for her bra.
Coffee beans heat;
I’m still searching for her bra.
My wife’s coming home.
Coffee masks the smell of sweaty sex.
I light a match, foiling my back up plan.
I’m still searching for the bra.
I blow out my lips.
I’m still searching for a bra.
I cheated on my wife;
Still searching for that damn bra.
Chills run the length of my spine,
Shocking me to my feet.
Looking for this? Pam (my wife) asks.