Framed Bones

Take my spine

rip it from my body

coat it in your favorite color

the color of your soul

hang it on the wall in your apartment

title it

something artsy

something every girl you bring over

will ask about it

and in memory

your memory

you can define it

as your cold ex-lovers’

and those pretty little girls

will stare in awe

shameful awe

as I wither on

trying to regain the backbone

you stole from me

on cloud nine.