THE SMALL CLAIM OF BONES

What my body knows

Is not a lie it’s not

A lie I tell you it is not

It’s nothing short of truth

And nothing larger

My past lodges

In my marrow and if

I wanted a transplant

There’d be no match

Others’ sorrows dwarf

My petty traumas still

These bones are mine

When they creak

When they moan

When they whine

There’s only one thing

Co

I can claim, these bones

Are mine I tell you,

They are mine and kind

To abandon nothing.

That makes this pulse,

No one but me!