Arts

Sev’s tits

I never liked ’em
much
one way or the other, but

when they diagnosed her–
metastatic
stage four
breast–
sad to say
I wanted them suckers

gone. But
gone things, too,
hold sway. Their mass
the pendulum that swings us
from there to there to there
like little weighted off-kilter

bobbers. One moment it’s all
sunshine tweets that irradiate
the soul. The next
a pulsing lodestar
that you grasp at
and you suck and
you suck until you can’t suck
at nothing no more.

1 Comment

  1. Tim Staley

    great poem

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