Breasts Like Martinis

I confess that poetry – sometimes even the word “poetry” – makes me yawn, but every now and then, something comes along that stops me in my tracks and this is one of those times:

Breasts Like Martinis by Jill McDonough

The Fray is filled with love and hate for this piece. Is that the measure of a good work? Or it is merely earnestness, snark, misogyny and pious opining about Breast Cancer Awareness month?

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One thought on “Breasts Like Martinis

  1. I like the poem. Of course, many of the commentators cannot be satisfied with the poem’s simplicity & genial tone, that it is essentially a poem expressing a quality of intimacy between two lovers who are comfortable with each other. I’d bet dollars to donuts that’s why the editor liked it.

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