Poem

what my body knows is not a lie it’s not a lie i tell you it is not it’s nothing short of truth and nothing larger my past lodges in my marrow and if i wanted a transplant there’d be no match others’ sorrows dwarf my petty traumas still these bones are mine when they creak when they moan when they whine there’s only one thing i can claim these bones are mine i tell you they are mine and kind to abandon no thing that makes this pulse no one but me