Michele Madigan Somerville’s poem "The Boob" is on her website, Poetry Fresh Daily, today. Check it out.

Last spring, she read this epic poetic marvel at Brooklyn Reading Work’s Edgy Mother’s Day event and it was a big hit.  Here’s a short excerpt:

After 6 weeks they latched on and became
tiny Falstaffs, quaffing, slugging
and slurping like happy baby hogs,
nursing incessantly and in tandem,
often holding hands as they drank and dozed,
capitalizing on the bottomless amplitude
of supply and demand, bellying up to the Milk Bar
whenever the desire struck.  We didn’t care
who saw or what anyone had to say.
When the kids reached for their sustenance in a cup
it was the rayon, nylon and spandex blend
of a black 36 D underwire demi trimmed
with scalloped lace called “Emma.”
Guys noticing either thought it was hot, or a threat, or both.