the clothes will wash themselves and your hands will find the softest folds of your body to break wet atop the bedroom sheets each night
& then you will search for
women poets & love if they find a romance that lasts love how long romance lasts when you say it s l o w love if they pose on book covers a glow fire of “yes, i deserve this” kind of love &
that suggests a b o d y is never too old to b e n d over a kitchen sink for some kind of lasting lust
or maybe they are a l o n e like you & a selfish tide a forgotten breath until the page holds their name with a lover’s attention maybe they too enjoy the taste of their own salty fingers in the dark
— Mahogany L. Browne, from “maternal advice,” On Self Care





