The Woman with the Saggy Breasts That woman with the saggy breasts is me. But how on earth did that come to be? Mom sloped low with her burdened sigh, Now so do I, so do I. Originally published Oct. 12, 2018 Milk in the story of my life i would be a girl a pill-saddened milk-laden mouth-breathing girl in the story of my life i'd want to be a lamb a milk-giving soft-breathing daisy-laden lamb in the story of my life i am a blob a pill-breathing life-sleeping half-pretty slob. Originally published April 16, 2013 Anxious Poem Loudly I waited afraid of the kill, No doctor saved me and no doctor will. The cross eyes and fat thighs and wet sighs and red, Everything's thoroughly hollowly dead. All the cracked children's books and the nights in my head, All are thoroughly, sleeplessly, recklessly dead. The Ovaltine covered with dust in a shed, It's all coated and bloated and breathlessly dead. Originally published February 20, 2013