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Sharon Olds, "The One Girl at the Boys Party" (1983)
- When I take my girl to the swimming party
- I set her down among the boys. They tower and
- bristle, she stands there smooth and sleek,
- her math scores unfolding in the air around her.
- They will strip to their suits, her body hard and
- indivisible as a prime number,
- they'll plunge in the deep end, she'll subtract
- her height from ten feet, divide it into
- hundreds of gallons of water, the numbers
- bouncing in her mind like molecules of chlorine
- in the bright blue pool. When they climb out,
- her ponytail will hang its pencil lead
- down her back, her narrow silk suit
- with hamburgers and french fries printed on it
- will glisten in the brilliant air, and they will
- see her sweet face, solemn and
- sealed, a factor of one, and she will
- see their eyes, two each,
- their legs, two each, and the curves of their sexes,
- one each, and in her head she'll be doing her
- sparkle and fall to the power of a thousand from her body.
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