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Soothe
Dripping from your lips
sticky cough syrup kiss
Hands pressed to your flushed cheek
Hands failing to smooth your hair
In the betweenness you dozed tangled in me
Sleepless but quietened by reflections
Did my own mother hold me in delicate awe
Even if I didn’t captivate long
I know I was born whole
But there is something so fragile in me
Broken like a fever
every time you called out
and I wasn’t there
Pieced back together again
Selfishly brought into the world
Who am I soothing again?
