Visiting the Boneyard by Professor Stephanie Packer

I don’t own these bones though I’ve grown quite attached.

Cervical lumbar thoracic

Mineral families live in my back.

My blood’s damned attractive.

Ebbs and flows as it should.

Yet at night I get nervous.

Is it up to no good?

The breath comes so freely.

That is -- Till it Don’t.

Took off in one eye-blink

Left no suicide note.

The brain is its own place.

A nut in the skull.

Cop, jury, and hangman

Judgmental as hell.

You get the picture.

One can hardly refuse

To be busted

Committed

Just a little

bemused.