Poetry From The Back Of My Hand

Rolling Pins

My rolling pin legs

stare up at him

while my ruler arms stiffen at my side

I’m sucking in my stomach- a balloon when out.

I try to see what he sees

but all I can see are the things I’m hiding.

Does he see what I see?

I breathe in once more

look into his eyes

try to read his image of me

the one printed on his dilated pupils

but the roundness of his eyes

blocks my view.