bone

Throw me a bone. I could live on it
forever. Seconds and minutes and hours
are nothing. Days, weeks, months following,
it will sustain me. I’ll chew the meat off,
pick it clean, gnaw on it, lick it dry,
suck out all marrow from every pore
until it gleams, inside and out, a husk
of itself ever after. I’ll return to it
years later, savouring the flavour until
a flood of saltiness overwhelms me.

Throw me a bone. But it must come

from

your
hand.


Written August 13, 2006.