I finally dreamed again.
And although I was only a skeleton
it felt good to breathe again.
Standing on an empty highway
my whitebones clinked as I shivered
in the 6am grayfog.
I stooped down and hugged my knees
to keep the heat in.
But there was no heat to keep in.
There was no heart.
No brain or lungs or grimywarm guts.
Just skeleton me. And a pair of eyes
to see a dried leaf rattle
through the cage of my chest.
And I remembered what Kathy said.
That every boy is a skeleton.
And every girl is a heart.
That every boy is a skeleton.
And every girl is a heart.
