Fishbones

She has a good future ahead of her The roses that grow from her vertebra look to the sun Intertwined around the marble she calls a mind The other day she called me crazy For we share the same dreams “You got fishbones for brains, kid! You make nothing but crow calls, what I make is art!” And her eyes, nestled in soft petals, held spirals But my sockets held stars I leapt from my seat and I looked to the sun I said “Watch me! Just watch me!” My spine did rattle and those old bones creaked I made crow calls and chicken scratch, anything I could And I wrote ‘Me, Myself, and I’ on every blank sheet No rose, no daisy, nobody but me Will ever say I didn’t create