I had always been a sensitive person

Too fucking sensitive

I was also very weak

And began to take soft and hard drugs

I despaired at the state of things

Of inferior races sharing equality

And the perverted lives of many men

I often read the Bible but I was diseased

With the gutter awaiting me yawning wide

But then God spoke to me in a very strange way

Via my sisters left breast on a stormy afternoon

Janice like many other new mothers was drowning

She was producing too much milk which embarrassed her

I was sitting in a corner reading an unread book

When she offered to feed me in a gentle manner

As I suckled her swollen breast I felt a softness

Which I had in many ways almost forgotten about

That was all there was no fanfare of trumpets

Or angels dancing lyrically on imaginary stairs

Just my sisters warm swollen breast

She was not even looking at me

The impending storm had gathered her interest

It ended without ceremony

Janice bathed her leaking breast

And returned it into her maternity bra

She offered to make tea when Alex was rested

I accepted her kindness knowing that I had been blessed