Butch girls

butch girls with green eyes

have a long history of

ripping my roots out

slamming their

tectonic plates

into mine

transverse sliding

finding their way

between my hips

paralyzing me

knocking over buildings

and leaving me

trapped

alone beneath beams

of headlights

bright to the point of

blur

to the point of X-ray vision

radioactive burn

to the point of important things

crunched unknowingly

beneath feet

leaving cracks in me

leave me making

armadillo promises

of jelly fish

of stinging nettle

I will never be.