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My Breasts
by Lisa Marie Brodsky
I am a natural madwoman
sucking with fervor
on the tips of my hair,
pulsing with fever
and need.
But dont you ever
think you can contain
this firefly, this bat
in the eaves.
My breasts are the jungle
you face, a mess of history
and death. You approach
them like a desert native:
thirsty and war-torn.
02/05/2005 Posted on 02/05/2005
Copyright © 2024 Lisa Marie Brodsky
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