All day they watch with gimlet eyes
measure every atom of cake
clock the syllables of speech.
Her piece was bigger!
I should get two.
Why did his have chocolate?
every crumb filed and accounted for.
I didn’t get pita, so I should
get for lunch and they shouldn’t
get any –the not-get
more important than the get.
My Imma, the baby smiles
with gleaming milkteeth
shoving his sister off my chest.
I love you into the shark's mouth
and all the way up to the sky, she says
heart against my heart
as her leg draws back
to kick her brother–
behind every offering, the buried dagger.
Why does your face fall?
God asks Cain.
Whose picture do you like better?
Winter swallows the sun early
I want to go home,
my daughter whines
but every home is a warzone’
about to detonate from within.
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