bone song
whose words scratch and claw
at lover
whose words tear into the flesh
of husband
whose words bleach the bones
of our babies
whose tiny bones before beginning
shiver and click
like dice in my hands
dice I choose to shake
such barren bones
I’ll never know
how to sing the marrow
into so many hollow bones.
—Jennifer Woodworth
Many thanks to Blue as an Orange Magazine, where this poem was first published, Fall 2022
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Thank you Jody!
That is such a stunning piece. Thank you, Jennifer!