Breasts

Herstory traced from a topographical transformation 

both familiar and strange

Swells that ebb and flow with the moon

Like a breath

I bare my chest

through a picture soft and metallic…

A subcutaneous armour woven

from a lattice of soul, fat, and flesh

adorned with a constellation of moles, scars,

and stray bruises sore

with longing.

Pearl Tang Xiaow Jun, 2 September 2032