





To Those Who Stole My Autonomy:
I stand a sturdy sixty inches; mostly fat,
a rumbling glacier
threatening civilization’s end.
a grown-ass brown woman
standing outside your pretty bougie house
of perfectly manicured lawns, stainless white fences.


I wear my fingers out into the coldBare, pleading winter air to cool the stabs of heatTo calm the thin acid between my finger bones

I’m at the edge of my seat, clutching my phone because I can’t think of anything else to clutch. Between breaths, I glance at my