Flashing my boobs

litmama-squareI’m flashing my boobs in public.

Literarily speaking, that is. (No, literarily’s not a real word. But it should be.)

Literary Mama has seen fit to publish my poem “Brevity”, available by clicking here.

It’s a little weird for me, honestly. I adore this particular publication, and have submitted time and again there, only to have two accepted pieces. (Both of those are here, for anyone who’s interested.)

And I’ve always sworn by writing what you feel, not what’s comfortable, so there was no oddity at all in my submitting a piece that deals with secret breastfeeding habits that I picked up casually, remember fondly, and don’t tell anyone about because it’s probably kind of gross.

Submitting things like that has never been an issue for me at all. Reading poems aloud about private sexual experiences or my personal failures and embarrassments has happened more than once, in groups from five to twenty. I’ve gotten shocked looks, offended a few folks, and been congratulated for my honesty–sometimes even all at the same event.

I’m not shy with my words.

So why does seeing this particular poem, which isn’t racy, controversial, or even remotely written in blue language, suddenly making me feel so squirmy? Is it because my step-kid is now old enough to be able to follow a link on my blog and see it? Is it because it’s gross, and not at all sexy?

I don’t know.

But there’s a poem about my nipples at Literary Mama, I’m flinching as I write this, and I wouldn’t change it for the world.

5 Responses to “Flashing my boobs”

  1. Shakier Anthem says:

    Right on! (And I'm glad to know I wasn't the only one to do the Elmer's-glue-fake-skin thing in grade school.)

    Oh, and according to my dictionary widget, "literarily" is too a real word!

  2. Frank Quick says:

    ::cackles uproariously and then goes back into his own mind in which things will shortly take a turn::

    • Adam says:

      Jan07Nikki Dolson Just read and heard your poem on Pank and had to come by and say hello. it was a great poem. the imagery was stnnuing. thx.

  3. Tracy Lucas says:

    Hah! Thanks, Shakier Anthem!

    That makes me feel a little better. I've had friends who admitted to eating paste, but still wore bugged-out eyes when I told them I'd use a whole bottle in a week, pasting and peeling, pasting and peeling. Somehow, dining on it was better? I dunno.

    And is it wrong to feel that I coined the word "literarily", despite the fact that it quite obviously existed in your dictionary widget the day before I used it? Is it?

  4. Tracy Lucas says:

    Sure, Frank. Empty threats. 🙂

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *