One night a woman's breast came to a man's room and
began to talk about her twin sister.
  Her twin sister this and her twin sister that.
  Finally the man said, but what about you, dear breast?
  And so the breast spent the rest of the night talking about
herself.
  It was the same as when she talked about her sister: herself
this and herself that.
  Finally the man kissed her nipple and said, I'm sorry, and
fell asleep. . .

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Poet: Russell Edson (Russell Edson Art)
Poem: The Breast
Volume: Ploughshares

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