As well as feeling adventurous
I am sad
when I pad
my bra, or my imagined training bra,
because there’s no future in it:
there might never be any more there than there is now.
I never asked anybody when to begin it,
but learned about it first by playing “I Never.”
However,
I was freed
when I peed
my pants, or panties,
or whatever you call those;
if I could break that rule
then I could break any rule,
so the rules I follow must all be rules I chose.