4.5.14



                                                                                She had impossibly huge round tits


having been around awhile and being a man meant he was a voyeur   and being a 
breastman meant Nothing got past him

not one cleavage                                                                                                                          
or not                                                                                                                            
not one gaping neckline or button unbuttoned                                                                      
or not                                       

too bad there wasnt any money in it                                                                                                   then he might be too busy counting his dough peeling off $100 bills from a roll kept in 
his front pants pocket to pay any attention                                                                           

or not



there was no missing these                                                                                                 
a blind man would recognize a disturbance in the Force

they became the salacious humored subject of conversation between he and his grrlfriend      
a liberal banter back and forth
--    Would you want tits that size
--    Would you want me to have tits that size
--    No  You wanna answer the question
--    No



they hadnt seen anything that xplicit in a very long time
                                                  the first time they saw her she was dressed in Spandex  
they gave her that shed just come from the gym  her posture slack  seemingly exhausted  
(youd probably be too  -  carrying that rack) leaning heavily on a cart as she walked up 
the fragrant bread aisle  resting their copiousness on the carts handlebar  on top her hands

           her breasts  tanned  freckled  bulged like balloons compressed by her black–and-
pink-ribbed sports bra

he remarked if he wetted her breasts  grappled her  a hand at either side of them   he could 
make them squeak and sing as childrens toy water balloons did when they ran as kids  
clutching a half dozen or better in their arms  running madly  barefooted  across their
neighbors grass  through their backyards  during a water balloon fight

                                                                                                      no one could possibly 
sneak up on another unless they were down to their last one or two balloons                
the squeaks betraying them



then they saw her again

it was a small town                                                                                                              
grown smaller now in perspective of and the advent of her Colossuses

but this time she had them clothed                                                                                

although the cotton shirt was tight                                                                                          
strained across the chest                                                                                                 
the Henley unbuttoned  impossible to button                                                                                 
its hem pulling up and exposing her belly
                                                                                             she walked with her daughter

they and them converged to xit out through the automatic doorway at the specialty food 
market
              courteously they stepped back  outnumbered  allowing her and her and her and 
her daughter to pass first

their liberal banter deflated like a balloon
they hadnt imagined she had a daughter                                                                      
a daughter old enough to realize the difference before and after her mother opted for the 
elective surgery

he was tempted to touch her at the shoulder and ask her what she said to her daughter
his clawed hand index-finger extended fell short

walking out to their parked car his grrlfriend asked him what he was possibly thinking
--    I was thinking exactly what you were thinking
--    And I was thinking
--    We were thinking what kind of message did her augmentation say to her daughter 
about her daughters body and about other womens bodies
--    You read my mind often
--    Only when provoked



                                               a deep silence passed between them . . . their humor 
squelched . . . an unconsidered reality realized . . . between them they couldnt muster 
an upside . . . pro vs. con . . . the scale pulled drastically down . . . the gravity perhaps 
irreversible . . .
                         if a woman looking in a mirror cant accept herself for who she is vs. who 
society contorts her to be . . .
                                                where was this society leading


1246,  Saturday,  3  5. 14       

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