Don’t tell
Speak of something else
Don’t play
with matches or your own heat
Don’t stick your fingers
into dirty holes
Close your eyes
as the throat opens with each bearing down
Do you want me
to return you to your real home
I am smoke or sugar
or its more homely double
I was the arms that raised you
not the belly you were riven from
In response to Via Negativa: Caregiver.