Launchorasince 2014
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Bones

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.