You're always so still
I will never
be like you.

I look in the mirror
and I see pieces of you staring back at me
everyday

I look upon my body
and I see pieces of you molded inside of me.
Our athletic calves,
our summer skin.

Last night I dreamt
a thousand softball fields
one hundred basketball courts
-nothing holier than sports...

Now I'm here, living in this body that you've put me within.
I'm that paperclip that you played with,
that you bent back and forth and undid all the swirls
so it looked like I used to be straight, but now-
You're done playing.
You're concentrating,
and you are realizing-
that I am permanently bent.