Entry Thirty-four

The woman leading the class was obviously in the final weeks, or possibly minutes, of pregnancy. Although she was engaging and funny, no one in the class noticed anything but her gigantic, ready-for-baby breasts. They were two scud missiles resting uncomfortably on top of her belly, prepared to provide enough milk for a medium-sized African village. Peace Corp Ready M.R.E.’s for that fortunate, future child, hiding behind the gigantic gingham curtain disguised as a dress on our substitute teacher.

All words and images ©2005/J. Colle

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