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Double DMegan and I borrow her mother’s
Macy’s catalogue. We squeeze together
on the porch swing and browse through pages
filled with ladies prettier than we’d ever be.
Megan points with her pinky at a woman
wearing a beige bra and lace panties.
I wish I looked like that and
her boobs are the size of the moon.
I remember hoping that someday someone
would look at me like I was the moon.
This was before men started looking at me
like I was an object. I did not realize
that the second my chest flourished,
I’d hear wolf whistles coming
from outside the playground.
I didn’t know that complete strangers would tell me
that my breasts would look better
with their face between them.
Megan turns the page to a woman in a silk slip,
she says: I hope my boobs bloom like that.
When they did, I heard every boy in her middle school
suddenly learned her name.
My name is Person. My name is Not My Body.
My name is More Than You Can Hold.