My body is a pink
rubber sack.
I let you put your
hard parts in it –
and by hard I mean
your thoughts feelings and
words
which can’t change shape.
Fortunately my pink
rubber sack is elastic so
your hard parts won’t cut
out the surface of it
from the inside.
I can wrap it around your
neck when you are cold
and I can hide it in your
pocket when you are
leaving.
I can erase dots from
any surface
and I can blow it as
a pink bubble to
fill up a room.
My body is a pink
rubber sack in which I
can carry your mom’s heritage
all the money we try to
spend and those hardly
readable
files I write.
My body is a pink rubber sack.
It does stretch but it doesn’t tear.