You lay your head
on my head
which is sort of like
trying to get comfortable
underneath a chest of drawers
but your hands are on my cheeks
and your voice is sweet
so I wish only
that it would last
just before you fall asleep
you ask me what p-u-s spells
I tell you
and you laugh
you’re a funny pus, mama
I ask you what you think it means
but you’re already asleep
I lay under your heavy skull for a long time
listening to your breath in my ear
calling on my body
to remember this
forever.