Little Hands

Photo by Persnickety Prints on Unsplash

One time I went bowling
because I was bored
and it was okay,
and I did okay, with my small ball
for my small hand,
but I decided to try
the large ball for large hands
and suddenly
I found the power
to launch like a rocket
straight down the lane,
flinging pins on their backs,
like someone in charge
of her destiny.
I thought about tools
like useless, pink mini-hammers,
and how they are made, by whom,
and what they assume.
I wondered what would happen
if everyone had…