Hello to who you are
I want to say hello to who you are
I want to be there in the strange unravelling of childhood
At breakfast I want to pour milk for you
and ask what are you hungry for?
I do not need you to satisfy me,
I do not demand your needs be comfortable
I will learn to use feeding tubes
and look at the lines of your lips.
I will think of them as nasturtium stems
bending to sustain you