L a u r e n   G o r d o n

 

 

When your poem was eight

someone forced her

to do the splits in a gymnasium;

adult hands splayed

across her thighs, depressing

her to the floor

until flush

 

and this is why your poem has a broken bone in her back,

 

why your poem will always be bent. 

 

 

 

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