Bone’s Memory

(another one for the "Bone Cycle")


Bone's Memory

I can tell that it's raining 
without looking or listening.

After a gallon
of chopped celery,
a negative space 
in the shape
of the handle
of a knife
persists
in the hand. 

The point where 
bone meets bone 

wants to become 
bone,

wants to become 
a monument 

to the form
of its function.

This function wants 
to become fossil.

This body remembers 
what it does 

long after 
the mind has forgotten.