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Inherited Jawbones
I’ve taken up polishing skulls.
Not trophies,
just my kin—
their sockets still
echoing
what they aren't
ready to hear.
Though it's only
what they've said
themselves.
I never knew
what reckoning meant
however,
in terms of preparation,
that is,
my training
for the abrasing escalation
of the manner
in which they've behaved?
That's easy,
I crack pebbles now,
knuckles before a fight,
teeth on a dare—testing
hollow sentiments.
It's kept me protected,
but I will say this:
it hasn't attracted many fans.
Copyright ©
Jaymee Thomas
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