Skeleton Gender Reveal Party (Nonbinary)

by Rose Zinnia

 

Hey I found the safest place to keep all our tenderness To keep all our bad ideas, keep all our hope It's here in the smallest bones, the feet & the inner ear It's such an enormous thing to walk & to listen — John K. Samson    i dream 			w my dead  grandmother who walked  	in the same skeleton as me  the same carrot fingers                  	she’d bowl three hundreds  or play piano sonatas or drown      	herself in alcoholic waterfalls w  the same phalanges                        	in her bread loaf feet  that drunkenly sleepwalked           	her down the basement stairs   into death               	whose metatarsals held me           	(a tiny rose)  as i coo’d & curled  	& siphoned her   bright red nails        	pulling for more touch   more touch             	 more touch         					more
my skeleton woke up & put on no clothes my skeleton genital-less grinding to the beat my skeleton crumpled in the street of my mind by the biker in the cemetery who said come over here…just come… & began stroking his pubis glaring at me thru his shades on his harley my skeleton / my skeleton my skeleton assigned male by the ohio department of health my skeleton being measured & taxonomized at the hospital seconds after being born my skeleton         	made legible taxable commodified   on balloons 	in the delivery room   congratulations it’s a skeleton
when i am bones    		in dirt slowly becoming     		fertilizer food                         		(again) the earth won’t       		gender me & everyone       		will eat me (out)                        		breathe me      	      then
love   i want to                  	 love   yr skelly                   	learn its  mountains   	& ridges       	& isthmuses  liqq every    	w/hole         	its emptiness makes  push crevice            	into crevice  rub femur                	against femur   bony violin  	   	ossein orchestra  as a teenager i’d ask           	friends to place their elbow   (which is 	yes  	 an estuary)  into my eye 	socket  & rub it        	around for a bit   i could hear 	their laughing   vibrating thru         	my eye   my eye        	        	an ear   their elbow             	an ear   love   when we walk         	this planet’s   mystery       	misery         	miracle   i imagine     	yr metatarsals   hugging themselves   	 as they caress the earth  holding u up            	in communion   w our listening        	w our desire   love   yr face pressed        	on my cheek  my cranium conducting      	our voices  earlessly hearing     	        	in this way  the skull an ear       	the foot an ear        	   everything   	        	ear-ing  to listen       	        	to the soil  which is to say        	each other   		love  when we place        	our ears to the earth   our skeletons soar  	        	above the human   we storks or clouds      		or the light limning them  our skeletons          	        	w wings   arms akimbo           	taking in light like a pupil  before burning up   	        	in a pulsar  which is an ear        	an estuary 		too  which is a kind of    	        	returning   home  i brush my teeth                 	made of supernovae   i liqq yr starteeth                            	yr stars bite my earth  yr earth fuqqs my ear/th                  	yr earth / my earth   love /love   yr face pressed        	on my cheek  my cranium conducting      	our voices  earlessly hearing     	        	in this way  the skull an ear       	the foot an ear        	   everything   	        	ear-ing  to listen       	        	to the soil  which is to say        	each other   		love  when we place        	our ears to the earth   our skeletons soar  	        	above the human   we storks or clouds      		or the light limning them  our skeletons          	        	w wings   arms akimbo           	taking in light like a pupil  before burning up   	        	in a pulsar  which is an ear        	an estuary 		too  which is a kind of    	        	returning   home  i brush my teeth                 	made of supernovae   i liqq yr starteeth                            	yr stars bite my earth  yr earth fuqqs my ear/th                  	yr earth / my earth   love /all of we marooned 	light turned to bone  i don’t want to        	        	blow each other  to smithereens or   	                    	stones i know we are          	        	   shiny dwellers                     	                    	jubilant humus   as the sky bursts                 	        	                    	w angels                              	   dropping dead                    	                    	in droves  heart-stroked           	                    	i hope when the sun           	   explodes everything           	we’ve been will craft          	   a new                      	ear           	th    	                    	   but before that                   	i hope   we can recognize our          	        	ear/th/s here  our listening                                    	which is a touching   which is                               	a lifting out   of doom’s                	enclosure

 

 

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