*Warning: This poem is about boobs.
What Happened When I Went to the Italian Bakery with My Shirt Unbuttoned
I mean, I was in the store for a good fifteen minutes
filled the metal basket with: meat sauce, pizza, panini, cheese
ordered a pound of roasted turkey sliced thinly
grabbed a package of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies
stood at the pay counter and packed three bags worth of groceries
as I walked out to the car, a man in a giant black SUV stared me down
I thought, huh, that happened
I felt a cool breeze on my chest
looked down and
the middle button undone
my black lace bra
my pre-menstral swollen right boob
for all to see
I was in a space with four women
none of them told me my boob was hanging out
it took a leer and a gust of wind for me to notice
my parts were hanging out
I implore you WOMEN!
have a sister’s back…er…
have a sister’s front!
I would tell you!
I will tell you every time:
your button is undone!
there’s food in your teeth!
there’s snot in your nose!
there’s blood on your pants!
I said to my daughter when I got home:
be the sister who tells her sisters
when their boobs are hanging out
she said: I will, mom. I will.

thank you Vanessa for a good laugh
how embarrassing – at least you were wearing a sexy bra…
haha
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Better a boob hanging out than .I bet if I went around swinging my tool
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