Osteocytes

Wicked children:

It will break your heart

to break bones

but in the end,

someone must do the

great mending.

Your mother will call you a harlot.

She will say

she didn’t raise you to run around like this.

You know how the great pine

by the side of the house

grows pin straight?

That’s you

she says.

What the fuck is wrong

with having insides.

Thinking that isn’t worth it

wicked child,

that logic

doesn’t work round here.

You’re strong,

wicked child.

You’re made of golden

genetics. According to them

only Christ had a better

birth than you.

So put your tongue

back in your mouth,

wicked child.

You’ve got bones to build.