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What is it to take care of yourself? |
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Getting paid? Getting laid? |
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Getting married? Getting pregnant? |
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Fighting for visibility in your market? |
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Realizing your potential? |
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Being healthy, being clean, |
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not making a fool of yourself, |
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not hurting yourself? |
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Shaving in all the right places |
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What am I taking care of? |
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I'm lying in our bed unable to sleep, |
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reaching a state of absolute dependence |
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In a restless half-dream, |
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like the jam without a spoon, |
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and I grab my cunt with my hand that isn't clean. |
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Am I loving myself now? |
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Am I mothering myself? |
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Am I taking care of myself now? |
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I imagine you're doing the same, |
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holding onto your soft dick. |
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It lies in the hand where it dares stay soft. |
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Could I be that for you? |
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That cupping hand on your soft dick? |
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Could I give you that, that which sometimes expects nothing? |
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Accepting restlessness, accepting no direction, |
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accepting this fearful wanting that isn't desire? |
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That going nowhere? A warm place. |
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Can we go there? We don't have to fuck, |
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can we just lie here being? |
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I give you this hand. I give you this hand |
