Calcification

Bones calcify and crumble
in the pause between my question
and your answer.

The distances I’ve wandered
laid mile to mile, one to the next,
would circle this small planet.

My fatigue, left out in the weather,
has come home to roost in the eaves
of my collarbones and whisper in my ears.

In my dream,
I tried to save you and failed.
I failed.

Sandi

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