the skeletons all have eyes.
and they won’t look at me, they won’t look at you
the skeletons have dark spaces where their mouths should be,
it’s like you and me
did someone hang bouquets from their ribcages?
there are daises sprouting from their spines.
did you put soil at their feet?
there is sun on their backs.
it’s like you and me
the skeletons stand all forgiveness
their bones are unapologetic
it’s honesty, finally, a spine with nothing to hide
you can buy the honesty for twenty bucks at your local halloween store
it comes with fake blood and a liver, and
bones to remind yourself you’re made of guts
bones to remind yourself of your spine
the skeletons are you and me
and they have nothing to do except be.