B-sides Fiction

To My Nipple

To My Nipple

Dear Left Nipple,

I know you’re still sore,

about the time we got hit by the car.

We were twelve, and your nervous damage

Still sends pains through our chest.

I was only going to cut you off

Because 500 dollars is a lot of money.

Our friend the EMT said

We’d bleed out before we could call 911.

So you’re safe.

For now.

-James Moffitt

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