Bones, my bones -
unburied bones, battered bones, bird bones
Bones collected, reconnected, rearranged,
And the body - strange.
Light blooms a yellow skeletal girl,
lying on a yellow skeletal bed:
how long has she lain there in her darkened bedroom,
wide-eyed, wonder-eyed with her own synaptic snap,
her electric unbending?
Take her hand in yours,
feel her skin cold, her leech-heat,
feel sleep slip beneath her skin,
slip to her brains, slip to her guts,
slip her away to dreaming.