I used to carry myself in
a plastic bag
unaware of my youthful errors,
or the way my corners tucked in~
braced from the emptying heavens.
Longing
to be gathered in your colossal arms
so you can smooth out the
wrinkles of my skin,
and pull echoes from my hair.
I remember the stillness,
I was blank~
with a dull-eyed gaze.
At least
days marvelled
when jolly carrots
soared in me.
