Bones

(Aurdey Niffenegger, Topsy Turvy, 2010)

Bones

My hip bones for reassurance,

My toes for comfort,

My wrists to mark the time,

And my collar bone for vanity.

My shoulder blades to help me sleep, 

My spine for rhythmic rhyme.

And my buttocks to feel to pain,

And cheek bones to act as racks.

My pelvis, so perhaps I won't heal again.

Then my calf bones like ravines, 

where pain runs deep.

My jaw,

to prove there's more.

My fingers to probe my emotions.

And my nose,

To feel the shrinking skin,

And my eye sockets to dob me in.

Finally my ribs to prove the sin,

As there is where it did begin.