I dreamt I died and all the skeletons came out to meet me. They were so beautiful. Their lovely, swan-like spines chattered like teeth in the breeze. They embraced me – and I too was finally beautiful.
The skeleton said to me tonight
Some words
None of which are very important
But the tone behind them
Hung behind its tonal curtain
Folded as if I’d hung it myself. . . .
She spoke so on my level
I felt as if we were girls together
Sitting side by side on the stair.
The skeleton pulled me open
And swam inside
And through the blackness I saw
Thousands of smiling skeletons
Some waiting to be repainted
Some chattering their bones were too big
Dancing in circles
Or swimming like my skeleton.
She is inside me now
The Skeleton is inside me
And I cannot dream,
And I cannot smile
But maybe –
I can be a size six.