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Description
For Oil and Soap

On the days when you are trapped
in the heat, my fingers morph
into whales. My knuckles, once
sharp, are wax and curve
like your wrists or seaweed.

My opposable thumbs have mouths
now which fix those fly-aways
with such precision that I wish you did
not own a comb, that you were
here for me to fix yours.

If those bristles ever melt
in that heat, let me know
so I can groom you, so I
can use teeth as plastic.

Description
For Oil and Soap

On the days when you are trapped
in the heat, my fingers morph
into whales. My knuckles, once
sharp, are wax and curve
like your wrists or seaweed.

My opposable thumbs have mouths
now which fix those fly-aways
with such precision that I wish you did
not own a comb, that you were
here for me to fix yours.

If those bristles ever melt
in that heat, let me know
so I can groom you, so I
can use teeth as plastic.