Andrew Marvel wrote, “had he world enough and time,” he would devote “Two hundred [years] to adore each [of his mistress’s] breast[s].”
Dr. Bobo reads “Ode to My Mother and Our Little Breasts,” “lying in the MRI like lying on a guillotine,” “Postcard to my aunt who died of breast cancer,” and “Our Lady of Wheat.”
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