we were all created in the image and likeness / temples
i feel myself expanding
i smile and my heart dribbles out of my mouth
i choke it back, swallow
my teeth like fish bones
press my lips together
nod politely and wait
i stare at myself for a while
how the light hits the rungs of my ribs
under my clavicles, pretend
nothing curves or bellows or bulges
i look at my twin in the mirror
and think, she is going to die
i'm going to kill her
i dig a grave in her body with my hands
reach into her mouth and pull her out
and again and again the choir of angels
sing in the background as the body shakes
the body, traitorous, turns on itself
heaves, unwilling but obedient
an inside feeling, when the angels hit
their crescendo
when their voices reach
the place that lightning strikes from
until the emptiness is light
i rinse out her broken mouth
i scrub her fish bone teeth
light transcends her skin
my blood feels hollow
she looks at me through the mirror
this cannot be the way God made me
she is going to die
i'm going to kill her
