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
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