one from the center of the body

You don't need to write poems,
you have breasts, he said

But I have breasts that write
poems with my whole
body, every part
they won't settle for less

Yes, I have breasts
made of poems and poems
made of words within
words, nothing less

We need more than we make
and make do with far less
than we could ever expect.

And nothing I say, from
the heart of the cave
of my breast really makes
..................any sense,

Oh, Senselessness! I need
you nontheless, I confess,
...................I confess.