Tomorrow: shout in her face, launch spittle

between her straight-lined brows.

Scratch that polish — "maroon, not red" —

off her scrabbly fingernails.

Claw that fanged half-smirk she reserves

for crushing you into pieces. But for now:

burrow into your little sister's chest

of toys, extract her ugliest Barbie.

Paint its half-moon fingernails red — not maroon.

Draw a clown's grin on its pasty mouth, a

raging unibrow on its forehead. Then:

stick Mom's sewing pins into its eyes and laugh.