— collar bones
I saw her anorexia
down the dell, it was far.
Branches jutting out like
collar bones.
I thought I ought to rescue ya,
but you’re so gone.
Snapping twigs beneath my soles
like collar bones.
She’s hungering for fingers
as deep as mine.
I’ll bequeath all ten to you,
kill you ten times.
Kill you tens of times,
kill you ten times.
And when the dogs romp ‘round the yard
and dig your catacomb,
give to them your collar bones,
they’ll carry you home.
— the death of shmancy
and the unexpected birthing of oddistic.

