Self Haiku #2

The ultimate joy

Brassiere off at long day’s end

Man will never know

I am generally the sort of person that sees a bra not as an underwire prison, but a necessary system of support. But after lots of walking, three hours of orientation (including a teaching demo), a full day of teaching (including a class that increases the blood pressure of every teacher that steps into it), and apartment hunting, enough became enough.

I’d have burned the damned thing, but that would have required getting up from bed and seriously, fuck that.

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