Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Wednesday, November 1, 2017

11.1

I like seeing skeletons through flesh and skin. I like the places where bones present themselves, shy and demurring. Wrists, ankles, iliac crest. Rib edges, spine prominences, chins. But I can't stand a bone that's too showy. All that flash and razzle, but who for? You're not my fascination.

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