flesh, ligament, bone
Double Feature!! This one is for Day Seven of National Poetry Day. Still more notes from above my writing desk, written a long time ago and finally compiled together in a nonsensical poem. Enjoy!
My fragile body
spun out of ripened flesh.
The image of God
is no more bone
than it is ligament.
I feel less like an image of God,
and more like an image of animal.
Flesh.
Ligament.
Bone.
I have become victim to my eye once more.
And so, I shall pluck it out.
