when my hands move
light as finch's bodies
punching like hail shot them down in the final gale of summer
landing on your face
your stomach
your heart
i walk with the swagger of a dog who was never trained
and when people point it out
that i
a chubby girl standing at five three
walk like i got something to show
i think back to when i made mice of crocodiles
and beg them to start something
i am small
make me feel alive
push me, please
push me too far
it has been too long since dying birds have stained my shoes
and i have broken my nose