Thin,
but for a bloated belly. She
can’t conceive the wealthy.
Her happiness isn’t a commodity.
Sneaking , creaking stairs,
fear is not hiding today.
Steps gentle, but firm enough
to conceal their secret running.
Victory is,
three plastic wheels within four cement walls.
Pedal faster, faster,
winter’s glint gilding purple wrappers, thrown!
Free
of gravity,
freed from the grocery!
Fluttery wings of waxed ceremony,
falling like confetti
Lie in testament to the speed of five,
little fingers.
Her Jaw,
smacked
in rhythmic chant,
piece after piece after piece.