Bend


The school gym
in year six.
Girls lined up
in a winding line down the hall,

adorned in the new,
all uncomfortable bra
with a white shirt,
loose on top.

One by one we entered
the locker room,
stripped our shirts,
and bent to our toes.

Our spines visible through
the thin veil of skin.
Check.
Next.

No scoliosis there.

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