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this year for Christmas
my household’s skinniness
won’t penetrate my skin
as my gran slices sheep
boiling it down
to our bones
needing more meat

I won’t shrink
being passed the shaker
so we can salt away
when my gran
and her rotund bun
nag us to have some more
bread and butter
I won’t cower
as she jaws
and points
a knife
at my mom
the breadwinner

this time round
in a crop top and a skirt ladylike
I will wrap my widening lines tightly
gifting them to my gran’s eyes

perhaps then she will wrap her mind
around us having our own
bread and meat
and maybe even buns
in the oven

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