The little robot inside me
When my husband is away
and my baby is asleep
the little robot inside me
that just takes care of things
sputters and crumples
and lays on its side
unresponsive.
I thought that with the extra time
I would pamper myself
a long bath
paint my toes
read that novel everyone says is so good
but instead I allow a flat daze
to envelop me
I eat handfuls of cereal
I watch youtube
I stay up late
for no reason
it is strangely peaceful
this quiet place of no harm
but no hint
of nurture.