it's like a movie how you fold your hands

by: shira

when it twisted
it felt like metal
burning against the side of my face
cooling down my bony legs
connected with my hips
i used to hate
and now i use to gain acceptance
in my family of small-chested
wide-hipped
closed-minded
women

and i'm expanding my mind
while they're mettling in wine
they've made with incidents
accidents
they tried to cover up
by stamping their feet on secrets like grapes
turning sweet when bitter will not win
their war with thin skin on the outside
no resiliency on the inside

you're really twisted
when you turn the key like that
when you lock the door like that
and make me stand outside
until i'm volunteering
to lay down in the grass
outside of our house
and sleep to the beat of firefly wind
rather than wake to your yelling
and slamming of doors