13

he grips the dresser drawer, cocked 
like a hammer
over the snarl of my cowering shape
knees tucked, fingers splayed
elbows crossed and raised

he snatches
growls
at a swath of purple flannel
ruptures the fastening

my shirt gapes
my mother gapes
the drawer 
could swallow this folded frame
i drop my arms
do it,
i say
 

© 2019 courtney lavender

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