29 April 2008 | Vol. 8, No. 1
Losing Your Breasts
Every night you lose your breasts.
First one and then the other.
Every night one breast falls into an inaccessible place
A crack between you and you
Between the you you were and the you you will be
If you ever find your breast.
There is no sound when it falls.
There is a sound a very soft sound
As you stare into the inaccessible place
Between you-will-be and you-were.
When you look up the other breast is gone.
You have lost yourself yourselves I mean.