28 March 2009


You pop out pieces -- an arm, a leg, a jaw stronger than any mammal. Piece them together connecting joints and sinews with translucent marrow. I marvel at how small it is in your rough tumble hands, nails chewed to skin. Your leather watch counts digital seconds while the hands tick away our days. All we do now is sleep, and snuggle under covers and make passes at each other. You build your skeleton dreams; I wake at dawn just to be alone.

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