today, bones.

today i am feeling my bones. existing here, as a set of bones with breasts, heavy with milk and ponderous in their attachment to such thin calculus.

and it is odd, this cold feeling of clacket, because it parallels such a productive day... laundry, painting! for process, for color, not for utility at all!!, sorting of my own spaces, a clean bureau top! for me! for me! i have written, i have called chakra carol, i have inched towards what will be a 'style' of my own, i have put on a bracelet for unneccesary adornment... it is new, this productivity and work- and i have filled a bag to lighten the load of this house, with giveaways. . . i have nursed a child, i have sent one to his grandmother's for cookie-making, and i have readied another for the bus. i have sat in meditation and been amazed when the timer has chimed. amazed to have it speed so by.  i have hung artwork. !!

and still my cheeks are cold with their fleshlessness, and it is bones for me today, just bones.
some days are like this.