august

I would smother you in white face cream,
and anti-age you into a baby again.
Your mouth hangs open when you sleep
and when you sleep i can really look at you.
I would make you a baby
with clenched fists and a wail like mine,
then i'd smother you in white cream
and watch you sleep and curl
like the strand of hair that clings
to the white ceramic bowl of the sink.