Bones-Kendall Burke
Bones
By Kendall Burke
you liked to layer lives like i like to layer shirts,
one over the other, alternating days, so you don’t have to wash them,
wearing them until they smell too much like you,
staining the solids and ripping the stitches.
you like to steal lives like i like to steal shirts,
one under the other, one, two, three, hidden under your own,
wearing them like they were always yours,
staining the solids and ripping the stitches.
yellow bones, at wit’s end, i cleaned my closet white,
no chartreuse glass, no lazy laughs, no hand-me-down lovers;
a tell-all tale of beating hearts escorted out in black plastic.
Copyright C. 2008 Kendall Burke