The Bounce Of My Tits

The bounce of my tits

Used to give me fits.

I know this because

It no longer happens.

It seemed melodramatic

To acknowledge it before, however

The truth prevails—

Each step I took

With a feminine chest

Was a step headed into

The river with stones in my pockets.

The bounce of my tits

Gave me fits

I finally see how bothersome

They really were, for me, and my psyche

Now that they’re gone. It’s like

The best, easiest breakup

I’ve ever had. RIP—

The chest I never asked for.