Boobs–A Poem

A friend of mine recently sent this poem. It is a response to his wife’s recent run-in with cancer. He gave me permission to post it here.

Boobs

It is certainly not that I hate boobs, I consider

my reaction to them appropriately male and definitely

within the parameters of normal. I enjoy, like most men,

their usual state of coverage as it feeds my imagination

and consider catching a glimpse of them

through a cracked door, or in a mirror as my wife changes a guilty secret, though she has never been

anything less than gratuitous with them.

But today I don’t know what to think. Today I am

forced to look at her bosoms out of the side of my eyes

and consider, could they really kill her? I am certainly

accustomed to thinking about them, but the extent to which

they hold my attention now is not even rivaled by the days

that followed my first glimpses of them, when they were paired

with such intense kissing and fondling that my jaw was sore, and

my classwork ignored.

These are the same boobs aren’t they. The same ones that

swelled to nearly twice their size to sate my infant son’s thirst.

The same tits that sat through endless feedings and pumping,

sore and cracked to give nourishment, surely these are not the same

breasts that filled out her little shirts perfectly and on many occasions

slid perfectly out from underneath silken lingerie to turn my eyes as light

as the moon.

Three needles, it took three needles to pierce the little devil in her breast,

wrapped tightly in its cocoon of dense bundled tissue. Three needles of increasing

gauge each inserted into the tender skin just south and west of her nipple, before

it would release its internal poison for study, no results yet but I have never known

anything to guard a secret so selfishly unless it truly had something to hide. Four days,

they told us, it would take Pathology four days to unravel the secrets in that cloudy,

blood tinged vial, four days until we can tell you whether or not to rejoice or get your

life in order, they’d call us on Tuesday.

One Response to Boobs–A Poem

  1. Very powerful. Thank you for sharing this.

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