Baby drinks to the sense of pompous stoicism
Baby will laugh not even once
I contort my face to emotion
See me! Please, see me.
I am close enough to kick
Your skull unhinged
When it dangles to a side
I will cradle, I will kiss
Your neck entirely.
Baby goes so so so far away
And ignores my texts
How many lives did baby live
When I was waiting
Shall I make him a playlist?
Shall I smash my cup o' tea
Shall I practice punches
Or shall I imagine his jaw
Ooof. I blast modern Urdu rock
And I go - you you you
All day long. You can hear the music
From across the room.
I missed the full moon
I missed the first spring rain
In the garden, carrots grow
I lie to my therapist
I spare her the burden of you
Every hour, thirty, twenty, ten minutes
No text no text not a single
Godforsaken reel
Did my baby ride off to war?
Did he forget my name?
In my bed, I hold him harshly
And sleep.