Self-Portrait with Curvature

I voiced my self-portrait with curvature

of the spine, the same as beautiful Vicki's

curved spine nobody noticed but she

disclosed to me. I could not believe anything

could be wrong with her, the delicate fingers of 

her piano hands, how she ungloved them 

even outside in winter when ice delayed

the bus with everyone waiting 

to be shuttled to school, safe with pencils

and private moods, yet so much to hide

from the others, always others trying

to set the tone, competing little

führers with bias bones forcing their

culture.