It is myth
that Amazons chopped off one breast
to make room for the strap of the labyrice.
It is not a myth that womyn sacrifice, nor that bodies are inconvenient,
Sometimes, we surrender the feminine for the fight, shift the weight of progress to our hips
And balance guns like babies.
That is no myth, that is survival.
My father once said he believed myth propagated the species,
That the urge to believe was mostly stronger than belief itself and so survival
Was belief in myth.
The lump in my sister’s breast has led her to believe that her breasts are unreliable.
Still, she would rather have two.
She wonders who would be qualified to erase one half of her
And what sort of weapon they would choose.
My father was the first to suggest
that lesbianism was a weapon. He said
“For the most part, bodies are inconvenient, at least lesbian bodies are political.”
It was convenient that I found breasts lovely.
My sister asks if she would be lovely with only one breast. I tell her “yes,
That bodies are political,” I tell her “yes, that sacrifice is progress.”
She tells me “yes, that is your myth.”
She tells me “this is my survival.”