The Bones Of Memory

Bones

My bones

Letters and pictures

the embodiment of me.

Poetry and music

clothing and art

How did he do   it?

He took me apart.

Dissecting neatly

all the pieces of my life.

Thrown out with the garbage

Then he made me a wife.

“To honor and cherish,

till  death do us part.”

I had already died

throwing away the pieces of me

making room for the shadows that became my life.-