Tuesday, July 12, 2011

they take a polaroid of me
and hang it up

a woman, well-meaning, uses
a ruler to make lines, to divide
my body into parts

center line as my axis
my spine, my spindle

from there she can show me
where the hip curve is a letter off
where my waist should whittle

it was the day we had to wear leotards
mine was silver

everything felt crumpled like trash

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is this real?