Bio-Geography Mary D'Alleva I touch my breasts, feel for a lump, one that doesn't belong. Fingers trail ridges, press flesh. In the mirror I see the birthmark above my left breast. Its dark patch studded with freckles, carefully I count trying to remember how many there were last time, wondering if they will eventually dig this out of me, replace the birthright with a scar. I would love to look at a woman without breasts, trace the paths trails moving ever outward. |
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