Saturday, July 5, 2008

stripper tits

.
I wish,
I had nice enough tits
to be a stripper,
like Lauren,
aside from this birth defect
like a Siamese twin,
got detached via hatchet,
right above my left nipple,
which is smaller
and less round than my right.

They are pinkish, my nipples
because I am half white.

My mother's nipples
are brown and large.
She showed one to me
in the mirror once,
filled with silicon,
standing beside me,
then asked to see one of mine.

"I think you should go size bigger," she said,
"maybe B."
I told her I'd think about it,
and asked her
if she wanted to pay for one.

Get a good husband
and make him pay
for new boob,
or corporate job
with health insurance,
make pretty grandbaby,
stand straight, back crooked,
suck it in,
find direction, like arrow
don't pick at food,
I don't wanna get internet,
I traded in my Rincoln Towncar
for a Cadirrac sports car,
It's cream color, not so big.

I really, sincerely,
did-not-want-to-see
my mother's gigantic-assed
-surgically-altered tit,
or show her
my one pathetic breast,

but she makes good spam,
egg, and ketchup sandwiches,
sometimes
and bought me very nice jeans
with third shift paychecks
when I was even more of a dipshit,
than I am now,
sitting here, angry,
wishing I had Lauren's stripper tits.
.

2 comments:

steve d said...

the last two stanzas are pretty dang good...

professional like good.

"I really, sincerely,
did-not-want-to-see
my mother's gigantic-assed
-surgically-altered tit,
or show her
my one pathetic breast"

ryan manning said...

serious literature

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