She sits on a blue bedsheet.
Push forward as if the camera can see.
She occupies a horizontal world no legs required.
With a few snips a Mod is born.
Holding back tears or laughter.
Body bends to a shape not of its designed.
The watcher is a distant thought.
Gravity sucks when you are on a swing.
Posing for your lover’s gaze.
Lace break up curves.