Bones – Beth Ascott

let me doze on onlys, ifs, and maybes

We appreciate Beth Ascott’s decision to share ‘Bones’ with us, and we are sure there are many readers who will be able to relate to this powerful poem. Thank you Beth.


My bones swell from aching and blood vessels fuse to their skin soothing them like red wine; intoxicate them until they cry marrow through their cracks and my bones bend, only to snap back when ventilated airseeps into my lungs. Hang me on a drip and let me doze on onlys, ifs, and maybes. Take my blood for yours, mix the double helix, pull the stems apart and let me feel the tear. Ease my feeble frame into a slumber of drunkenness and wake only if you are there.

Beth Ascott

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