soft skin that bends at my mercy.
unmarked, woven from the fibers
of your mother’s womb. fragile
like glass shards on beach sides;
deadly yet weak, the greatest paradox
to name. oh beauty, your face has dissolved
beneath mountains of fat, your cheeks rosy,
your glossy eyes shine with tears
hide in these covers, little one.
hide away from the cold of the world
and rest on your mother’s breast.