WILLIS, Katie
The Quiet Act of Loving Bones

“I’m not a bad person,” I turn and whisper to her.
She smiles.
On this day, I make a fresh language. I align my skull, my pelvis. Perhaps I will be rid of the dead parts of me now? I think. Perhaps I will stop the thieving? The music starts up. I go down to the feet; I go down in search of arrows. I rise, a bird, puff-chested, rejoicing. I have it under my feet, the new world.

Published by JOAN, 2024
Literature