bones 

the spine trails

i miss the spine trails

your finger up the bones

that made me

every night

I was never an object

but the object

of your affections

your rejections

a sign outside

it burned through the night

i don’t understand how neon

works

if it even does

work

voicemails can’t convey

what I have been

ruminating

for weeks

i can be quick

i can be lucky

i know it,

i know it, babe

we are a Monday

reminiscing  the Sunday

that we lost

– sheila c

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