Frederick Boslough - Tit lovers.

“It’s a tit box.”
An old woman
told me when
I asked what the
box with a hole in
halfway
up the tree was.
I was eighteen and
I was digging a
trench for a water
main to her house.
I must have looked
puzzled because
she told me that
the tits shelter
in the box and you
can put bits of
food in for them.
‘Ah Ha! ’
I thought.
‘Birds! ’
Since then I have
seen many
tit boxes.
And tit tables
tit baths and
tit nut sacks.
I’m not getting
one of those.
No way will
I ask,
“Can I have
a nut sack
for the tits,
please? ”
It was bad
enough when
a friend played
a CD for me
of a guy doing
a magnificent
tantric moan,
“AAAAUUUUMMMMMMMM! ”,
in a deeply resonating
marvellous voice.
Having been told
that the voice belonged
to, Ram Dass,
I resolved to purchase
a copy.
Unthinkingly I
entered a shop
that sold lots
of Indian music.
Fortunately, there
was a queue, because
a sari clad,
sloe eyed beauty
of perfect proportion
was serving behind
the counter.
And it occurred to
me that I would
have to say to her
something like
“Can I have
a look at your
Ram Dass? ”
I casually glanced
at my watch, and
with a sharp
intake of
breath and a
look of urgency
on my face.
I hurried from
the shop.

Frederick Boslough

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