breastsA Poem by h d e rushinjudy had her breast cut off this afternoon.you have two breasts but one life. Two breasts but only one life. (did I say that already?) Two, but one. And where else on the body does the math's in halves, make sense? Two legs can only mean you can pitch a fork in the hay where the runaways slept. Or run up the beautiful embankment on Iwo Jima only to miss the arm that pulls the buddy from the sea. But subtract one breast from two and the woman thinks as the subspecies. Able to play house, interbreed successfully, ride next to you in the van to Gloria's for fresh tomatoes and fish that, she says, migrate thru the dreams she's had. The dreams where she plays the waitress of daybreaks. She had hoped for heavy yard blooms; a martingale perhaps for the horses head she must be made to carry. She would blush when her man of twelve years (never married) would intimate how he missed them. Them. The object of a verb. The antecedent to a relative pronoun. One is what he picks a six pack of at Kroger's/. One is where he has to be when his parole officer calls. Them; in the Victoria's Secret 36C. Yes that them, in the wet tee shirt of liturgical sun downs. Them of chestnut n*****s. Them of hallucinosis; of exaggerated gestures and play. One: of the Jesus's you called upon to save you. I shall forever miss the them departed. © 2014 h d e rushinReviews
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