poetry

My Individual Tits

By Amy Thomson

I like my tits,
but individually.
The left is
perky,
like a Jack Russell terrier
on espresso.
The right?
Full as the glasses of water
my sister would fill
when she was little.
Puppies are cute,
water is hydrating,
but put a tall glass of liquid
next to a hyper dog
and you’ve got yourself a
fucking disaster.

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