My Boobs for Milliseconds

Pocahontas Willow Tree 

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My Boobs for Milliseconds

Come grab my boob

when you get home

I will let you release your face to fall

in between them for several minutes

if that’s what you wish.

It is possible I will yawn

but don’t take offense

it isn’t about your face or my boobs

its just that my days are long

I am trying to be productive

I have been led to believe

that the more stuff I make

the closer the world gets to being something we can

all be proud of

when we are finally presented

to the beings who are alive

on planets we don’t know about yet

but that have water to keep the creatures alive

the creatures who nevertheless

might know about us.

I’ll take my sweater off,

the pink lamb’s wool one

that looks like its from the 1980s

and says golf in the middle.

We could count time in milliseconds

to feel like we have a lot of it;

and commit to your face and my own

we could behave like obscene children

who don’t realize how obscure the world is yet

or feet

because we still see rainbows in gasoline spills
and trees that look like cartoon faces.