Remember when we let your bones show
on the last day?
when really you were skinned open all that year
where everything connective was stretched beyond
rebounding
where we forgot to insert the cartilage
rubbery bits of nothing that nevertheless
might have prevented
the grinding of your every uncushioned step
ReplyDeleteI feel the power
of the sadness
of this poem, beyond
the physical descriptors
and even beyond the osteo.
Thanks Rob. My daughter fell apart in her last year of school. Looking at photos of her final day dress up where I helped her make a Corpse Bride costume reminded me how hard she had to work to hold herself together. Thankfully she is managing her anxiety much better now. She is a truly wonderful and amazing girl.
ReplyDeletestrong and compassionate poem
ReplyDeleteStrong and wise. I am very moved.
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