mother am I still your baby
wrapped up in yellow and pink
and blue so tight and warm
tell me honest

blood on the nappy
looks like blood on the sofa
smells like blood in the summer heatwave
is it something you can fix
inside me so I can be
just like you

settle into something
overcome this desiring
and be nothing
just water and bones and building
of citrus and tar and
oh mother I am not her