After Harryette Mullen
by Hannah Penney
Anna sized it down yet still dangles
to fit my fragile female frame, my waning wrists and ankles are rotating cuffs-cracked spliced and binding so small in parallel to a boundless winding waist–land to sickle and scythe and flail. Dangled bangles slide to the upper limb- cubitus, cutie pie clinking circlet