LORD knows that you don't
need me:
need makes it sound like you wince
at every drop of blood that drips
from your fingers (which i know
you do but i won't tell anyone).
i'm like a baby—i cry if you don't hold me
and i eat you out of house and home;
if i could drink your milk i would.
i am the baby here,
strangely enough because i am older
by two grueling months which seem like decades:
i remember in Autumn all you had
was the air on your bare hand—
and you seemed just fine (without me) then.
i need you because i am hungry
and i can only sleep if i have your breath
as my lullaby.
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