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I lay out my bones

I lay out my bones

One by one

On the dissecting, deciding table.

I cannot play a rib for a rib

I cannot expect you to complete

The song that the empty marrow

Of my bones sings.

Even I don’t hear it.

But I feel it, bubbling up, ready for life

And to be put back into place.

A snap and a twack,

My tendons must reassemble.

I must pull myself together.

Thread a life rope from my veins and hair,

Only my voice box can call out

Only my bones hear will hear me.

I surrender to my own remaking.