Bones

For Anna and Mia

There are bones here in this place
Bones in this place of suppressed appetites
This place of cold fury
I love them, but
They frighten me
They shine in the dark
Sharp, biting, angry
When I'm alone I touch them
Over and over I run my fingers past

ribs

clavicles

hips

wrists

Afraid, but delighted
Mixed emotions
My only certainty:

Somday these bones will swallow me
Like I can swallow nothing myself