These tiny bones, I lay them on my life

They are you and you and you

Arranged to be the skeleton of love

I sit inside them at attention

Like a dog waiting for its owner to return



A garbage truck could flatten them into the road

Or a wind could scatter them apart



These tiny bones, I lay them on my life

They are you and you and you

As fragile as the remnants of a bird

Without the guts, without the word



With rain into the gutter, they could flush away

And there everything I love would go



These pearl bones, I wish they could be safe

So few, so few

Hung together with a thin string or something

A family of bones