Foundation

she'd been closed/vaulted/hidden/unwatered/trifling
his outrageous booming laughter always
overpowered screaming looks
she wore what she wanted a scorned
women's garb a mix
of survivalism and self comfort
he got no hot dinners
instead diminishing her, spitting incapacities
hot skinned glimpse into past he exhibited charm
pushed into wombs and journeys/ filled in
her bubbles
she fought back with ugly shoes and venom
womanism named her mama