RUBY BOOBIE–Poems by Samantha Barrow
3:47 AM
I’m up with cold raviolis
& strawberries in the toddler bed
while my son sleeps snuffling on the couch
in the living room
fantasizing
about the word “no”
he whines aloud
in a dream
then softens and deepens his
breath
sweeter than cake
I imagine him tasting
a world
that stops
when he wants
RUBY BOOBIE
She leans into my breast
like a teenage boy
kissing with too much tongue
mouth open & sloppy wide
moving her lips side to side with her whole neck
I feel like the most luscious pillow
wet and
fathomless
with promise
of eternal rest
“Ruby Red Slippers” by Gwen / Flickr Creative Commons
About the Author
Samantha Barrow writes poems and some prose while directing the Humanities in Medicine at the Sophie Davis School of Biomedical Education at The City College of New York, and teaching in the Program of Narrative Medicine at Columbia.
She is the author of GRIT and tender membrane (Plan B Press), Jelly (a chapbook, Tiger / Monkey Alliance), and Chap (self published). Her poetry, prose, reviews and interviews have been published in The Ledge Magazine, The Philadelphia Inquirer, The Philadelphia City Paper, Off Our Backs, Lesbian Nation, Feminist Review, The Intima, Cleaver, Helmet Hair and two Uphook Press Anthologies: “you say. say.” and “Hell Strung and Crooked.
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