dishes fly across the kitchen
food climbs the walls that I want to escape
a beer scented storm screams into my baby face
as my mouth is closed from fear and not tape

my body is frozen in statue
just an inanimate object with a beating heart
lost property of my father
as I am torn gently apart

hands on my skin
my eyes glued to the hands of the clock

i wish they’d made me a body

a body

with a lock