Sitting on my Chest

Stream running round

My hairy ankles

They’re going numb in

Icy December water running round

I cannot feel

My crooked toe or crooked thought

Running through my mind and gathering weight

A snowball made of bitter ice, it seems

I cackle to myself

But when you're sitting on my chest

All the muscles in my arms and legs relax

I sink into the bed

When you're lying on my chest

With numb body parts slimy from the stream

I walk home to the warmest of worn-in sheets

You roll onto your back like a pup

You vibrate like an electric toothbrush

Putting my foot into a slipper I

Feel something warm and wriggling

It is a bat with half its wing chewed off

It is a gift you've bought me

When you're sitting on my chest

All the muscles in my arms and legs relax

I sink into the bed

When you're lying on my chest

But when you're sitting on my chest

All the muscles in my arms and legs relax

I sink into the bed

When you're lying on my chest