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 babyi 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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