This poem was also written for two prompts: Read Write Prompt #96: Spam. Spam. Spam. and for the latest mini-challenge from Read Write Poem, which was to write seven poems about the body in the context of October. This, I think, is kind of a more expansive work deconstructing my body in eight parts — hence the title. And a couple of the words from the Wordle prompt ended up in this poem. So, enjoy.
-Nicole
P.S. If you want to read everything else I wrote for the mini-challenge, click here.
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I.
Icicles, cracking
when the wind grows cold: battered bone, the rounded ends of
tibia, fibula, and femur. The dented faces of moons
collide with each other behind shifting knee caps
as I walk. I didn’t know knees
could protest so loudly. The asteroids that hit me
beneath skin were Lyme bacteria – I never saw
them coming. Maybe when I am sunk into the sleep of Earth, they’ll
dig up me up in fossil and wonder if
my femur bone was ever used for batting practice.
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