Jacob Aiello

There’s something important you have to tell me, you say, but then you show me instead, stand in front of me and reach down and grab my hands and put them over your breasts, guide the index and middle finger of my left hand just under the fold of your left breast and inhale. “Do you feel it?” you ask.

“A lump?”

“A beak,” you say.

Originally published September 22, 2014 in SmokeLong Quarterly, Issue 45.

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