Here are my lovely bones

Here are my lovely bones to do with what you will.
Suppose you want to build a home.
You will find fine insulation in my marrow,
take that.
If you should need gleaming cufflinks for a tasteful evening,
I'm sure the polished knobs,
the part where the bone fits in the socket,
will look wonderful cast in sterling.
If you wish to understand the human form
feel free to remove and rearrange me as you please,
i wish to be part of your education.

Fashion me in your image.
Maybe if I let you have my bones,
if i let you have the blood and the marrow,
the tissue and the membrane,
the cell.
Then maybe you would love the scientific me.
I would leave out my brain though.
That we can preserve in a jar labeled "abnormal".
I hope you acknowledge the Frankenstein reference.
Not the cartoon one though,
we only live in black and white you and I.

The monster and I,
we're close you could say.
We have both been electrified by your potency.
Of language
of love
of ridicule.
You define us similarly.
Arrogant,
stupid,
entitled to nothing at all.

I am the monster of your design.
Is it wonderful to see your sketch come to life?
If I am not the terror you originally interpreted
do not fret.
You put the staples in my skull and can take them out in due time.
You can retrieve my skeleton and start over.
Here are my lovely bones, do with them what you will.