Powems

Sum one

Yes, I touch myself

I tuck a loose hair behind my ear with my opposite hand

I let it linger on my neck

It's okay, I'm here.

I touch my shoulder

You can do this.

I touch my chest

You did the right thing.

I touch my hand

I am the only one I can count on.

I hug myself, putting my hands on my hips

Someone will want to hold you like this

But no one does now,

and I start to doubt they ever will