to a lost breast
“The art of
losing isn’t hard to master.” – Elizabeth Bishop
Oh let it fly
let it fling
let it flip like a pancake in the
let it sing: what is the song
of one breast flapping?
Send it soaring, a saucer into the autumn sky,
the sweet gum leaves laughing.
Make it a balloon, tie a string,
and one breast sailing.
Stuff it, paint pink roses,
call your reckless needles and
Sew a pocket for grandma’s cards and canasta wins.
Make a purse for her lost buttons and peppermints.
Shape an instrument, pluck its nipple, play it,
squeeze it, hear its
concertina song and let it sing.
Oh I am gone
I am long gone
I am a lazy drift
of milkweed in the air,
atoms returning to the stars.
[This poem was first
published in Nimrod International Journal
and was a finalist for the Pablo Neruda Prize for Poetry. It also was recently included in Bonnie’s collection, Reconfigured
(Finishing Line Press, 2009)]