you are hardwood, girl
and every crack in you is filled up
you wrap your rosary fast around your wrists
and you eat your disproportionate parts
and then you throw them up.
you do not let yourself yell
because the sound of your voice out loud
scares you more than anything else in the world.
you whisper prayers with your eyelashes tight
against your cheeks
because no one told you that you are not
the product of everyone who hurt you.