I often consider oxytocin
And its effects, on my brain
If I had a daily dose
When coming home, to a hug
Resting my weight on a shoulder
To cry on, who would try
Its best, to understand
Why I might need someone
To zip me into the green dress
That I can’t do up alone
So I don’t know, if it still fits
After all the emotional eating
I’ve been doing, of extra portions
Meant for another
Who could open the jars
Cleaving open butternut squash
With such strong hands
That would rub my back
Putting physio tape in all the places
I cannot reach, what a relief
A pair of broad shoulders
Might offer, to me
In those moments
When I reach out, longing
To have the world taken from my arms
And carried, for a while
Unstuck Monsters 