but i do get tenderness from you mom    the days you smell like soap     like sleep    it is hard   to admit this   your back wet    with rain      you      a bowl of cut fruit      on my desk     some days i build a shield for you       with my skin       it is hard    yes         to admit this    
i want to smooth you out       like a promise          i do get tenderness from you mom      you
a warm     tupperware      in my car          some days you reach         for me       
with hands        wide as fields       some days i am like the sky       
quitting you        pulling down        my dark             what should i do     with your tenderness mom   now that i’ve carved my shape     now that i’ve carved my shape       into your wound