I stand, my
carefully concealing spherical demeanor,
lackluster, rhombus eyes calmly
letting your acute words
pass through me like razor-thin lines.

you raise your hand,
I flinch and you slap me.
I hit you back,
then remind you that we're sisters,
that we shouldn't be doing things like this.

you raise your hand,
I flinch,
then remind you that I'll just hit you back
and we'll get nowhere.
you scream at me.

you're kicking and punching and
I'm bleeding and flinching and
not hitting you back,
because even though your obtuse triangle of a
speech isn't adding up to 360 degrees,

we were laughing together earlier today.