I try to get my Tits out every full Moon
to flash my celestial body at hers
Glowing right back
Charging them up for the month ahead
I imagine they’re looking in a distant mirror at themselves
months in the past
and in the future
where they hang just a little lower each time
Gravity is a bitch of a thing.
Gravity is a bitch of a thing
but it keeps her in orbit
so I have to accept
that my Tits are in love with the Earth instead
star-crossed lovers closing the distance
patiently awaiting the day when we three
will nestle together in that loamy embrace
when the Moon can look back
on how perky we were in my twenties
EmJo Chaney (she/they) is some white bitch - middle age middle class middle child from the middle west - she has been writing poetry for an amount of time - she's on various social mediums but please leave her be - support her by trusting your instincts and doing the dishes.
