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breasts

kat reaches down my shirt, pulls out handfuls
of nothing. her mouth a messy tissue,
she doesnít mean to but
says: you donít have any
breasts!

and i am flat now, nothing like earth,
now boy, now child, listening
to a word clinical and foreign
like something from her mother and i laugh,

say, did men name our bodies
after meat? or the other way around?
she says: itís all the same
to them. here there are only girls,

too tender to eat
meat, too tender
to love something
we arenít
isntpoetry
Written by isntpoetry
Published | Edited 7th Aug 2017
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