Bones everywhere
Bones fill my chest
You hang bones in my closet
I got sick and blew my nose with delicate bone
So tired I slept and my bed was made of bones
Drove to work in my car made of bones
There are bones beneath me
Bones blowing in the trees
The chandelier made of milky white bones
Picked up my phone made of bones and listened to the voicemail made of bones because her voice was no more
I cling to the bones
Bullets of bones
Bones under the floorboards
Bones growing backwards
I held your hand and you told me it was bones
Warm bone it was
Warm. So warm.

By Mia, 8th grade

Click the media player above to listen to the poem read on KPFT 90.1 by Rukmini, WITS Youth Advisory Council Student. The background music is “Skeleton in da Wardrobe” by ZRZ Beats. jamendo.comProduced by Susan Phillips.

Poem a Day is made possible in part by H-E-B Tournament of Champions, Copy.com, The City of Houston through the Houston Arts Alliance, Texas Commission on the Arts, and KPFT 90.1.

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