Boobs
yes, it is true
notorious in poetry
powerful enough to convert men into boys just by sheer porporotion
leading in cutting-edge pillow technology
powerful in connecting me to my grandmother
a conspicuous characteristic that only she and i shared
will be reduced one week from tomorrow
Wednesday June 1st, 2005
my 34Gs will be no longer
extinct from my body
and leaving in their place
34Bs with some war wounds and battle scars
i am sad and excited
i feel i am severing something between me and my grandma
(i am blessed to have had her in my life
she was fluffy, also like me
and loved as fiercely as i learned to love
taught me to sew, she was a seamstress
made popovers, merigues, and fed me bon-bons
she converted to judiasm in israel
left her family to be with her jewish husband
who fled a ghetto and country
in her eyes, i could do no wrong)
i can never come to a final decision about my breasts
to have or not have...the question for the well-endowed
i love them, they represent my unapologetic womenhood and character
but my neck, shoulders, back, clothes, and pillow that serviced as the buffer zone between them as i slept
will be grateful
and i will love the warrior hero survivor boobs
that can survive anything
and i hope my grandma
gives me her blessing
and when i am recovering
i will eat a popover in her honor
notorious in poetry
powerful enough to convert men into boys just by sheer porporotion
leading in cutting-edge pillow technology
powerful in connecting me to my grandmother
a conspicuous characteristic that only she and i shared
will be reduced one week from tomorrow
Wednesday June 1st, 2005
my 34Gs will be no longer
extinct from my body
and leaving in their place
34Bs with some war wounds and battle scars
i am sad and excited
i feel i am severing something between me and my grandma
(i am blessed to have had her in my life
she was fluffy, also like me
and loved as fiercely as i learned to love
taught me to sew, she was a seamstress
made popovers, merigues, and fed me bon-bons
she converted to judiasm in israel
left her family to be with her jewish husband
who fled a ghetto and country
in her eyes, i could do no wrong)
i can never come to a final decision about my breasts
to have or not have...the question for the well-endowed
i love them, they represent my unapologetic womenhood and character
but my neck, shoulders, back, clothes, and pillow that serviced as the buffer zone between them as i slept
will be grateful
and i will love the warrior hero survivor boobs
that can survive anything
and i hope my grandma
gives me her blessing
and when i am recovering
i will eat a popover in her honor