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Breasts Danny Lawless

From The Ampersand Review, Vol. 2


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Breasts Danny Lawless

Whose thoughts if they think them and whose smell Are the secret subtle meanderings of an insect across a tabletop In the moments before it crawls in a jar and breathes its last Under a sugar cube. Breasts of licorice and sour cabbage, and the dark aquaria of jewelry stores, Mole-dappled breasts beautiful like the pin-pricked cheeks of criminals on post office walls. Breasts of rainlight and hazed-over windows In the silver-splintered shacks of hermits adrift in the woods, Breasts that stand on tiptoe that are long-dark chandeliers Breasts that are the mouths of gingerbread men that form the sweet letter O, Whose voice is the voice of a doll but dipped in poison. Breasts that vanished ages ago together with the horses and clouds that admired Breasts dusted with powder, which beneath my caresses tonight are like The crumbling covers of an old-fashioned science fiction novel Upon which a double sun the color of champagne rises above an airless planet. The kind one wants to twist by the ear When no one is looking.

Daniel Lawless is a womanizing, bank-robbing bandit.


"Breasts," by Danny Lawless  

From The Ampersand Review, Vol. 2

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