by Amalie Flynn
When I met you I was only
Bones
How I wore my bones on
The outside like a
Dress.
And tonight there is a super moon,
The blood moon, this lunar eclipse,
And I go outside to stand in the
Black sea
Of our driveway,
Looking up and
Ankle deep and
How I see part of the moon,
A misshapen moon between
The trees,
Like
A smooth and white patella
Bone,
A kneecap moon, I whisper
To our children, asleep and
For you, because you are away,
In a hotel room in New York City,
Thirty years, you are saying to
Me, over the telephone, now,
How this moon will not
Happen again for thirty
Years,
But nothing does, I tell
You, how nothing does,
And this is our marriage,
The moon outside or
How the years wrap like
Vessels around muscle
And tendon and, yes,
Bone,
Around us,
Around
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how wonderful
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