Her Breasts

Sep 1, 2023 | 2023 Fall - Bi+ Joy, Poetry

Karen Schnurstein

The woman’s breasts
were large, and
I watched with interest
when she placed
both hands
over them
while she bounced
through the children’s hopscotch
mapped onto the cement walkway
in blue chalk. 

A light wind ruffled her
sandy hair and mint green blouse
as she completed
the game. 

That night, in bed, I thoughtfully
rested my own hands over my aging breasts,
something I’d never done before.
“How much of me has belonged
to others?” I wondered.

And my breasts felt suddenly
like they were mine.

Karen Schnurstein is a budding poet whose work has appeared in print and online publications. She holds a B.A. in Creative Writing and resides in Indiana. This poem first appeared in Edition 11 of Steel Jackdaw Magazine.


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