i remember my grandma's breasts
big, floppy
held in close by vast swatches of bleached elastic
and i remember her belly
round,
constantly in motion
from rest to playful laughter
to pensiveness
as she decided what to take out of the cold room next
i remember her watchful eyes
as she placed her arms in her lap
in between her breasts and her belly
a safe, quiet place
to nurture the goddess within
