(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.
Bone’s Memory
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