Bones

Bone

If you took a knife to me

peeled back my skin

Wiped the blood off my bones

You would see a word etched there

Silvery threads stitched like old scars

across arms that never quit learned to heal

Each lung holds a voice

One with moms sweat stories

And another with dads old songs

I inhale arguments

And exhale

Nothing 

My roots are connected to a car

Plane

Train

Anything but Stability

At school I drew family trees with broken branches

Holidays are calendars split in half

They say children are resilient

But resilience is not peace

It’s learning to hold your own hand 

while both halves of your world wait to love you 

on alternate birthdays

Being me is

Being born with a fracture

not in my body

but in the blueprint my existence

I grew up mapping love

tracing which parts of me belonged 

Mom

And the rest left to

Dad

If you peeled back my skin 

What awaits you is the silver cursive of

D

I

V

O

R

C

 E 

Divorce is my legacy