Amy Cuneo

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

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.