BREASTS

Breasts loom larger than ever
since the advent of seamless bras
and lowcut lycra.
On television, in the movies,
and everywhere I go,
women wear their bulging breasts
as if they were oblivious
to the sexual nature
of this part of their anatomy.
Small breasts like mine are guilty too,
but big ones must surely be
harder to ignore.
I wonder how any man can keep a straight face,
can fail to react
in the face of this phenomenon.
"Hello," she says in the store
from behind her D-cupped chest,
"do you carry . . ."
(does he hear the rest?)
I can't imagine chatting with —
and pretending not to notice —
a man whose penile prowess were protruding,
its outlines clearly visible,
from within some flimsy lycra pants.
I'm a woman and I don't get it.
And we wonder why
so many men
are so confused.


© Ellen Azorin