I was naked under a gray silk dress
as the sun hit my skin like a ceremony
our likeness bent you towards me
you listened to my thoughts bend my voice
and you kept telling me you liked to look at me
but I always knew people liked to look at me
my breasts that bend my back
my back that bends with the memory of cheerleading
and my face is still young for my age
but old in its knowledge of unnatural bends
and everytime I notice someone looking at me
I want to bend out of view
but if you want to bend one knee for me
I will bend over backwards and collapse into you
and cry like I am crying now
I will unfold for you
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