Night Times
Wedged between
heads that bled
down my pelvis
There were four in the bed
And I said (to myself)
daycare is seven hours
but this is eternity
Open shut hot
sweat snores
we give them our bodies
Mother water bottle
Father stone
If they've taught me
a thing
it's how to
belong
And that really is a
spiritual thing isn't it?
To want warmth and find it
To have dreams of
broken hearted banana balloons
and wake to find
shooshing lips
like the insides of shells.