maybe marble would shine me like I should
cold fingertipping out to touch things
I think of how chilled I would be
the world is outside of
my open eyes
open clear pale but useless
I cannot take myself to where I should be
not only because
I can give it no name
but because stone feet
do not carry you there
and so I try to feel my solidness
with a hand rested on my hip
beneath blanket
above jeans and I feel their blue
bleeding into me
just as I feel
the thickness of shadow
in the small hollow of my clavicle
my bones are alone
like me they jut
outward
but are fastened close to each other
by my skin
they reach to break out of me
so unhappy
but so comforting to me
soothing away anxious flutters
with their stable positions and quiet stance
if only all of me was pure and hard
as bone
I would be bright
collecting rainwater and reflecting the sky
and
