2/365: Oh, Left Breast

Oh, left breast, your attention has wandered.
Your gaze veers left these days,
leaving the right to face all comers,
as though there is a thing of middling interest
low on the horizon.
You flirt with tabletops
and nose my arm when I lie down.
As with an old, found cat,
I feel kindly toward you
and gather you up.

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