Poetry

The Meteorologist’s Breasts by Paul Hostovsky

which are right next to the hurricane
which is inching up the east coast
are lovely and on the small side.
The hurricane is predicted to be
the biggest to hit the east coast
since they started naming hurricanes
in 1953. Love is greater than fear
said the bumper sticker on the truck
in front of me in traffic. It took
three-and-a-half hours to get home.
Her blouse is soft and blue and stretchy.
When I lose power she goes on pointing
to Atlantic City, smiling bravely.

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