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.