They make an earth out of me,
Folding me and leaving creases to mark their territory on me,
Bringing me a cup of coffee when I’m ill
And then leaving me all alone when I can’t give any more.

I’d like to be free
And big
Breasts the size of two swollen paisley prints
To engulf all that moves close
And arms that flap in the wind
Bringing consciousness and warmth.

I’d like to be wanton
As the sea
Thrashing everything into pieces
Whose strength is only marvelled too less
The more you do it

I’d like to wake up someday
And accept it as OK
To take a decision
That either way I am truly fucked
But a you couldn’t stop loving me