Russell Edson

(1935 - 2014 / Connecticut, United States)

The Breast - Poem by Russell Edson

One night a woman's breast came to a man's room and
began to talk about her twin sister.
Her twin sister this and her twin sister that.
Finally the man said, but what about you, dear breast?
And so the breast spent the rest of the night talking about
herself.
It was the same as when she talked about her sister: herself
this and herself that.
Finally the man kissed her nipple and said, I'm sorry, and
fell asleep. . .


Comments about The Breast by Russell Edson

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (2/3/2016 10:01:00 AM)


    Finally the man kissed her nipple and said, I'm sorry, and
    fell asleep...
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  • (6/1/2007 12:51:00 PM)


    Standard modern male ritual, apologizing to titties. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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