bones

i have this weird thing about bones... it's kinda creepy, except to me, it's not creepy. i dunno ^^; this isn't really even a poem so much as things i couldn't get out of my head in philosophy (so i wrote them down).

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hip bones
cheek bones
jagged anchors
keep me in line

tiny knuckle joints
fortune telling in the marrow
in little shells of fingernail

delicate ribs of collarbone
cartiledge
pebbly teeth
and miniture shards of the inner ear
fortune in ivory