Sunday March 17, 2019
The Lovely Bones
Maybe he’s a magician. He knew which cure I needed.
I said, I won’t be leaving the house today and he opened all the windows. Slowly he nudged
me out of one.
He threw down my tiny backpack after me with a row of Oreos wrapped neatly in the front pocket.
I didn’t thank him then because I still hated him for making me leave.
My body ached from the elephant standing on all my bones.
She was heavy but I didn’t want to be rude so I let her plant her home in me.
The first set of steps set off the fire alarm or the something alarm: Somebody save me or kill me please.
I kept moving, thinking of his wand or special drink. Whatever he used to work his magic on me to get me out.
I walked and walked with a slowness that might suggest a destination was out of the question.
Then I found my feet on the dirty sand filled with broken shells and cigarette butts.
The ball of sun told me where to put myself and I listened to him too.
I closed my eyes and sat there, staring directly into a hot face. I said to myself, Oh. So this is what he meant.