Banging my head
against concrete
and plaster so maybe
it\'ll shake my china
glass mind into place
and I\'ll push my
stomach
legs
and hips into clothing
and hidden places to
realize the minute
mouse girl my
mother loves while
my father can\'t
seem to find it in
him to remember
how he split me
open and strewn
my fluffy insides
around softball
fields and a dinner
table and the confines
of a car with
energy so hot and
writhing it burned
a brand into my
brain so now I\'m
quiet save for the
bone crushing blunders
I commit in silent nights