skeleton crOwl we hang our bodies on such delicate sticks made of stone, like a suit of clothes too big, too loose on a wooden hanger in an elegant wardrobe that children climb in to get to another world. without muscle and miles of arteies, veins, and nerves without organs and sinew and cells, without brain and eyes and blood, i am structure and framework. i am glass to be broken, ribs to be seen through, bones licked clean. i am everyone underneath. nothing with the memory of everything. 060201 ... c r 0 w l fascinated by these bones of a raven, she bleached them and when they had sufficiently dried in a cool, dark, dry place, she wrapped them in black tissue paper and delicately placed them alongside, money, postcards, poems, stories, and various other imageries and treats in the latest treasure box she had created. 080111 ... PeeT monet_on_bartlett 120915 ... insouciant Dark swirling clouds emerge underneath blue skies I’ve been on this path and I’ve seen this fucking sign before We can’t keep getting lost. You know? Of course you know Draw me a fucking line out if here. The trees are already swaying in the wind This weather is going to hit fast We better be out of the woods before a branch looses And smashes the skeleton we can’t alter. I’ve been misrepresented By my own fear of being dead But still alive enough to know That everything looks wrong 230611 what's it to you? who go blather from