I thought maybe my arms could grow all big and fat and strong and hold you.
You laughed and rubbed my arms and I thought about your tiny skinny fingers pushing themselves upon my hair
My house of cards
You threw an ice cube at me and it bounced off of my fat belly into my lap and first shot I threw it back into you cup.
Into you cup, drink me up!
You sleep, and I hope you dream of me digging you out of a snow storm.
I hope you dream of me floating down upon your head and kissing your hairline
I hope you have hope \in me…
These strong arms