It is myth

That Amazons chopped off one breast

To make room for the strap of the labyrice

It is not a myth that womyn sacrifice, nor that bodies are inconvenient

Sometimes, we surrender the feminine for the fight, shift the weight of progress to our hips

And balance guns like babies

That is no myth, that is survival

My father once said he believed myth propagated the species

That the urge to believe was mostly stronger than belief itself and so survival

Was belief in myth

The lump in my sister’s breast has led her to believe that her breasts are unreliable

Still, she would rather have two

She wonders who would be qualified to erase one half of her

And what sort of weapon they would choose

My father was the first to suggest

That lesbianism was a weapon. He said

“For the most part, bodies are inconvenient, at least lesbian bodies are political.”

It was convenient that I found breasts lovely

My sister asks if she would be lovely with only one breast. I tell her “yes

That bodies are political,” I tell her “yes, that sacrifice is progress.”

She tells me “yes, that is your myth.”

She tells me “this is my survival.”