Amy Cuneo

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