Look right, left Look left, right

At which screen does he look?

I know my screen has him wetly shook.

Business on top, bulging boxer briefs on the bottom.

He sends me a pic of his straining boxers.

Remembering to show me a bit of that stomach I love to lick.

like homemade chocolate frosting fresh off the beater.

Is this not every online conference call?

Do we do this every day?

Well we have to eat

I am at home, making bread. Topless.

While he is on conference calls.

Work, work, work.

Colleagues on one screen, my tits on the other

Look right,left Look left, right

Kneading bread dough for te minutes

makes my boobs move with my body

Jiggles, shakes, stretched boob shapes,

moving around with my muscle movements

He sends me a picture of the other screen,

five other men in shirts and ties

If they could only see?

This is our thrill.

This is not a drill!

If I were in your office now

I would be under your desk sucking your lollipop.

He texts me: Hold up your tits. Get them dirty.

I grin, holding them up, squished together,

balls of fleshy dough with my flour-covered hands

Flick a nipple with floured fingers

until it stands at attention

He sends me a pic of him hard,

Out of his briefs, dripping on his stomach

Look right, left Look left, right

He is at the office, conference calls

all day on Sourdough Day

We anticipate Sourdough Day once a week.

Sourdough day is deliciously predictable

He logs into me

every half-hour I need to stretch and pull

the dough. The process is not one of kneading

like a loaf of white sandwhich bread.

It takes all day to do sourdough.

In the kitchen my full breast hang

like fluffy rolls you want to devour warm.

You send me another picture.

We love Sourdough Day.


DJ Grant

DJ Grant holds a B.A. in English Literature from the University of British Columbia. She is an award-winning poet, cook, sculptor and community volunteer. Her work can be found on The Lehrhaus, The Mighty,Wishbone Words, Litro Magazine, Cosmic Daffodil Journal and in various anthologies and cookbooks. Grant lives- and sleeps- with Narcolepsy.

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