starfish hands

Her skin is almost translucent. She smells like milk and flowers. Her eyelids glisten like they've been highlighted by the tiniest bit of Vaseline. She spreads her toes and presses her feet against my mouth, making little grunty noises. Her ears are miniature versions of Chip's ears. She has thin little bird legs. Her lips are the color of the duskiest pink rose. She sticks her tongue out all the time. She sleeps with her hands raised high over her head. She has a tiny red birth mark on her lower back. It's a wonder to watch her breathe, to feel her starfish hand on my arm as I feed her.