skeletons
(in closets)
or out
–bones just cant tell–
how their lives might have been. . .
if cheekbones
hollowed before
harvest
or bloomed,
if sockets ran rivers
or shone,
if hips
danced or
trudged a lone,
if ribs held hearts
broken
or whole,
if blades
squared
or
bowed,
if heels
dug in
or achille’d
if arms held
or kept at length.
–bones just can’t tell–
the story
behind mortal weaks
of flesh. . .
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