All I need to do is spit,

but you hip check me

out of the way, so you

can stand in front

of the sink. I stamp

my foot and clench

my fists. That’s

when you laugh.

I want to sink

my teeth into

your arm I

want to tear

your skin

I want

to see

your

blood

run

down

the

s
i
n
k

Instead, I scream.

© 2011 Elizabeth Ehrenfest Steinglass, all rights reserved