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I Have a New Obsession with Bones

Recorded for Poem-a-Day, December 18, 2018.
About this Poem 

“This work sifts through the childhood lesson of not wasting food (among other blessings) and the ritualism of that acknowledgment. In my adulthood, navigating the cost of living and being outside, I am compelled to think more critically about the matter of which I am made.”
—jayy dodd

I Have a New Obsession with Bones

you cannot read what you do not collect
the rain came in algidity after
suffocating heat still the ravaging of
marow is worth it tendons swollen &
seasoned with need madness is always
a hunger                                           that i
am even able to eat is its own feat
i have learned to swallow charitably
cede my mouth to the gristle cede my tongue
                         to cartilage                 
a former fixation on writhing now what is
left?     what is present when the flesh
rots away?
when the spirit returns to the magnitude it
belongs?	                                                                     when my mother 
                                                                                          taught me 
                                                                                          how to  
                                                                                     properly eat 
                                                                                          chicken, she 
                                                                                          told me truly 
                                                                                     nothing had to 
                                                                                          be left behind. 
                                                                                          there is 
                                                                                     meat through 
                                                                                          the bone. this 
                                                                                          makes 
                                                                                     sense like 
                                                                                          Matter. 
                                                                                          nothing is 
                                                                                          ever lost. 
                                                                                    nothing is ever  
                                                                                          gone if 
                                                                                          devoured 
                                                                                    completely.

Copyright © 2018 by jayy dodd. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on December 18, 2018, by the Academy of American Poets.

Copyright © 2018 by jayy dodd. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on December 18, 2018, by the Academy of American Poets.