dont tell me im secure in the foolish

fateless machines
oiled clocked gears spin relentlessly in service
beauty less
utilized blacks. grays. off whites.

no....such robots have hearts.

they protect and warm me. my child.
enclose me. solidify me.

street cars in cold nights
vague murmur
escort safety and sleep

mother's shower time - i was curled outside on the rug
to be drenched in such faint tapping and draining
evoked peace and security

my back up against a drying machine
thumps of clothing circling unflustered
unhurried
taught me rest with a kitten and blanket
as the warm clean smell bathed me

osculating heaters
blessing my chilled boned flesh
with unexpected warmth
lulled to dreams.

dont forget me.