Fetal Position

Empty, empty but the sound of your head beneath your shoulders.
your knees against your chest
whispering white lies (wishes)

Time against motion:

It’s empty but clasped hands on the clockface
Grasping and being pulled apart
with every second—
tick tock.

Empty so you can cry a little
(you know, ‘cause it only hurts a little)

Like snow on the windshield
it’s just water, it just wipes away
swish swish

Thank your mother for the mistakes she’s made
(thank her that you lay this way)

Your wet face beneath your shoulders, your knees against your chest
Grasping and being pulled apart.

tick tock.