I found a wishbone in my wrist
Embedded in my skin
Like twenty-seven diamonds.
You twist my arm to make it shine,
Every time I turn, a different part of you catches the light.
I turn around, again,
Spinning under the only tree I could ever climb.
Here, I'm fastened on a latch,
With bark under my finger nails and
Roots above my head.
I found a pearl in my mouth.
I stuck out my tongue and I think you saw it side by side
With all the things I've ever said,
Every book you've ever read,
Can't say I don't like fitting here
But I don't think I can
For very long.
Every world I said was true
And on my palm is the imprint of a
Wishbone and a pearl.
It happens when you hold too tight,
Please can you see my average light
And find me here.
