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.