Ode to my Breasts

Ten pounds each
of blood, tissue, and
vertebrae separating pain.
Lugging you around everywhere is no joy.

But we’re in this
together, me and you,
we have been for years.
And I’ve never really appreciated you before.

Nearly symmetrical,
my twin moons.
And with the right
support, the best cleavage of all my friends.

My husband’s favorite
toy. I used you
to seduce him.
He now uses you as his nightly down pillow.

Your former tight
burgundy crux is
now a sprawling
metropolis of rosebud veins and leaky ducts.

You are in for
your biggest test yet.
Because when my
son is born, you’re going to be his postpartum umbilical cord.

We’ll be depending
on you to nourish
him. Keep him strong,
help him grow, and I’ll be forever grateful to you.