Crane

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down on the isthmus of your neck

there’s a flecked pattern only i know how to read:

the seams and tracings

are where we will meet

and know another one day

we will be so changed and become so stiff

we can no longer nod

our necks and heads one cracking joint

where thoughts are ants that have lost their way

one thing might join another

scarred up where the surgeon

pressed his scalpel in and down

long ago and with such grace

that the sweep of it is the one same line

it says our bodies protrude like arms of land

out into the sea of air

scoping space from other elements

insisting on salt and iron to make up blood

and then calcifying with so many

tiny crystal infusions that draw their edges

exactly as the sun shade speckle

that fell on your skin

immaculately out of view so

no matter how you crane

you cannot see

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