Hey, where did it go?

Ah,  here

Family of Bones

these tiny bones, i lay them on my life

they are you, and you, and you.

arranged to be the skeleton of love,

i sit inside them a attention, like 

a dog waiting for its owner to return.

a garbage truck could flatten them into

the road, or a wind could scatter them

apart.  as fragile as the remnants of a 

bird, without the guts, without the worm.

with rain into the gutter they could flush 

away, and there everything i love would 

go.  these pearl bones, i wish they could 

be safe.  so few, hung together with a thin

string or something.  a family of bones