“My poetry has big bones” by Bex

“My poetry has big bones”

My poetry has big bones

And big ideas too

She wears vintage lace

And she remembers every time she was slipped on...

Poetry smokes green in the grass with her lover

and dissects the sun for she remembers its inception.

Poetry says -

"I’m with you in this life and the next, I will eat every piece of

you whole, wiping up what's left and wringing the cloth out in

my mouth, because my survival depends on your every drop"

Poetry is the story that lives in the wooden box on the shelf.

Forgotten but not.

Poetry is dragging you to the finish line

and has ten thousand ways to say

You are necessary.

For me -

Poetry is how i process -

My grief

My love

My numbness…

The monsters under my bed

Poetry is how I breathe...