Gymnastics
She bends back
over her legs over me
her hair tickles my ankles
reminds me of my best friend in 3rd grade
those double-jointed stunts
pushing her fingers backwards into the table
or against her own wrist
I utter a quiet wow
with the same awe
the same wish
that I could be as flexible
the same fear
that something will break
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