Within the steamy cauldron of our asbestos-roofed garage
my sister
and her worst best friend
have barricaded themselves in
against
me.
Round and round I go
driven
as that door rattling pig-obsessed wolf
was driven
contesting every entrance
raising shrieks
of self-congratulatory hugging and whineys of delight.
Faces swim and sway
kelp-like phantoms in the cross paned windows
with
dugong nostrils
jellyfish brows
bloated throats.
Eyes float...
alien...
curious.
Mouths croak
lipless, bloodless gashes.
They have no stones
but if
they did
this would be no benign yarn
about soup.
Though they hold those naive emblems
- girly dollies
- still
pins plunged with the conviction that a sister brings
can kill.
I will not be kept out.
I will not be ostracized
marginalized - yet again.
I will get in.
I will... I will... and as intentions
peak, lo, splinters crack
long icicles that urine-tinkle.
Now
now
now their mouths are the mouths of urethane clowns
caught between surprise
and a desire to
howl
and choke as the crackling temperature cools and the possibilities begin
whirling -
anti-clockwise.
