I keep most of my good ideas

In a purple-blue elastic

Spandex bra.

At first they agitate me.

They jiggle like

Is it my ma

Or milk I miss?

It's not that I say so.

They tell me, teasingly,

"No. I could, though."

Poised and self-assured,

My riches

Alert,

Expressive as the face of a drinking deer,

Red ruby's kiss.