Blood
bones are the hardest part of us
but have you ever scratched one?
when the skin of a bone fails
marrow comes forward to knit
reclaiming what the bone struggled to hold
blood’s purpose –
each starting place a wound
each ending a geography re-made

I guess spring comes for all of us
there’s no judgement in the thaw
revealing things
long buried in the cold
and lack of movement
like a child frozen
by the sound of their foster parents stirring
as though the air was made of broken glass
waiting for the smallest twitch
but we aren’t made for stillness
and the blood must do its work

it’s in the blood we feel most unsure
because it runs wildly outward
like birds fleeing a forest fire
we can’t control how much will be lost to us
don’t know what parts will dry
which ones will stay to…
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