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Sometimes
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I hold my ribs， all the way around，
1 Y( A0 s% x. K9 b! W! N4 _% P0 D* M Both sides.
( ]& \ v' r( A' F& R% Z My ribs hold me together，( a; E; k/ y) Q+ ^
Like glue.
; r4 C2 E7 [' W# B9 g: _+ f They keep my breath close to my heartbeat.
' A% }0 j6 g# X0 |6 G' | They keep my soul from escaping and3 _ ~# ^% U; M7 @* s s& t. ~
Leaving me， grounded.
( D) b& \( O1 v% } I hold brightness and shadows in
7 Z' i% T l6 p& j: u( p2 n9 U The hollow where my ribs meet., r) B, }% ~% O2 V( D- C
I hold them there in the memories: O5 c, C" |4 d. _7 t9 q. X
Of slow， sorrowful music and1 f' E& {1 d: ?' R
Porch steps. U, o" j9 v4 @- t( W0 n* M2 j" V* r
I hold my ribs， until I feel solid.
/ J; Z" |7 z2 C: t Until my legs are tree trunks and m: s6 X3 t! @% \' {
My fingers are fruit.
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