Curfew For a Woman Who Broke Glass

Religion shapes us
It was seven and I just got mad
I have no religion
That feeling when no one is there
What shape does that make me?
No one to speak to
I am round in some places
What is there to do?
Flat in others
I found a man who died in a bath
I want to change my shape
They said it was pneumonia
I can answer questions
Outside is cold
But I cannot hold the answers
Tight eyes
Like others
And messy hair
My universe is here.