Wristbone Poems | Examples

My Pinocchio

bye bye lucid wristbone you have 
shaken me awake to many times now.

 rattling my head, rattling 
 back to that old house.


  back when it rained a lot against
 the kitchen window.

 all my dreams were kept folded up in
 a brown and red quilt from my grandmother..

  cross-stiched knees and ankles warmly 
 wrapped for the night..

  in the morning there would be cereal bowl 
milk rings on the kitchen table.

  maybe even a little gravel in my skin.

  but dont look now cause the backyard
  swing is made of rust.

 all my memories of wood and cloth.
 
see where I was sown together so long ago.

 so get out the wrench and untighten the bolts,
 my chest to open, my head to close.