What is it to take care of yourself?
Getting paid? Getting laid?
Getting married? Getting pregnant?
Fighting for visibility in your market?
Realizing your potential?
Being healthy, being clean, not making
A fool of yourself, not hurting yourself?
Shaving in all the right places

What am I taking care of?
I'm lying in our bed unable to sleep
Reaching a state of absolute dependence
In a restless half-dream, like the jam
Without a spoon, and I grab my cunt
With my hand that isn't clean
Am I loving myself now?
Am I mothering myself?
Am I taking care of myself now?

I imagine you're doing the same
Holding onto your soft dick
It lies in the hand where it dares stay soft
It lies in the hand where it dares stay soft
Could I be that for you?
Could I be that for you?

That cupping hand on your soft dick?
Could I give you that, that
Which sometimes expects nothing?
Accepting restlessness, accepting no direction
Accepting this fearful wanting that isn't desire?
That going nowhere?
A warm place
Can we go there?
We don't have to fuck, can we just lie here being?

I give you this hand
I give you this hand
I give you this hand
I give you this hand
I give you this hand
I give you this hand
I give you this hand
I give you this hand