I have made
these bones
too many
resting place.
Each house
asking for
a piece of me.
Each bed with
a different body.
Each body
a different name.
That every time
I leave
I feel
less complete.
I no longer
remember
the last time
I am whole.
So please,
let me stay
the night
with you.
Hold these bones together.
Tight.
These bones are unsteady.
Rattling.
Let me rest
these bones
with you.