Mirrors

Mirrors

David Grivette

The mirrors I have now are your eyes
and there is a white baby blanket
which I laugh at because I say
We are inside there is no need to cover yourself
while you feed him. And besides, I like to watch, Not in
a weird way. It’s so beautiful to me.
It’s just you and me
and I laugh and say something about which you
laugh too and say don’t say fuck in front of
the baby even if yes, fuck those people who get grossed
out by women who breast feed in public.
We agree there is a tasteful way to do it and yes
there is a gratuitous way also and its unfortunate
that humans don’t just agree that the fact that women feed
the thing that we made out of basically
              thin air
from their boobs is pretty much one the most
fascinating things of all time, but humanity is not ready, that
slow crawl of empathetic evolution we abide by,
and do you think that’s one of the main reasons men
fetishize breasts is because somewhere deep and subliminally
men know that these things once fed us and now in some very weird
way we just want to keep being fed by them? We agree no, patriarchy
and complete domination of women’s bodies has created this lust and
probably we fetishize it because breasts are a part of the means of production
and I don’t know if I totally agree but we decide to skip the sociopolitical
linguistic Marxist, Neo-Freudian dialogue because we’re tired. We’re busy raising
this new baby and too much in love, too excited about having this family
and there’s a brief silence, I snap a picture of you two, you in the wicker rocking chair,
with the sunlight bursting pompously through the vines and flowers illuminating
you and him through the wide window panes in the sun room,
 
and you say they’re just lumps of fat that happen to produce milk
and I say no baby, they are magic.
All this from a deep gaze in your eyes where I can
see that yes, I want babies with you and to never
stop talking.
 

Andrew D. Bohn

Andrew D. Bohn

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