to the bones in my body

 

to the bones in my body

to the skin and hairs

to the midnight shins that splinted

and made me tall

to the corrected cartilage of a nose crooked by an elbow

to the rivers and tributaries of an xray

to the unbroken

to my mutated marrow 

replenishing the cells that move me

to my humbling cruxes

to a flailing wind puppet outside valvoline

to the compressed vertebrae and discs distended

to the memory of my tail

I am alive

the shape of me is me aching

thick blood is how I feel you leaving me