A short piece.
by Marcus Jonathan Chapman
I am bones when I see a friend
I am bones when I eat
I am bones when one of us survives
I am bones when I lose a friend
I am bones when I am hungry
I am bones when one of us goes missing
I am bones because
thoughts about feelings are lanterns in dark, empty rooms
I only imagine what might be there
no light shines around the heart
and
feelings expressed as words are chattering teeth
I only hear an echo of
wet cracking and heavy flapping
the feelings lost in translation
I am happy when I see a friend
I am happy when I eat
I am happy when one of us survives
but that is not adequate
I could regurgitate a thesaurus, vomiting up excited, elated, pleased
but those are just words for happy
If you missed the expression of happiness
no words will make up for it
I will not make up for it
If I do not know if I am happy
then I am not paying attention
I am sad when I lose a friend
I am sad when I am hungry
I am sad when one of us goes missing
but these are not adequate
I would be sick all over the page with sorrow, mournful, somber
only shattered teeth from the mouth of sad
If I missed the expression of sadness
in any of its degrees
I will not make up for it with words
If I do not know if I am sad
then I am not paying attention
But feelings are blood, moving in and out
always there, always flowing
I am more than that
bones remain after death
so I will know
I am bones when I see a friend
I am bones when I eat
I am bones when one of us survives
I am bones when I lose a friend
I am bones when I am hungry
I am bones when one of us goes missing
broken happiness is sadness
broken sadness is insanity
broken bones are bones
I will say I am bones
broken or not
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