Bones
After the morning shock treatment
he was tossed on the black chair
crumpled and flat
a shirt without a chest.
His wife piled the bones neatly
on the upholstered arm.
His daughter played with the bones,
arranged them into a skeleton
and was angry when he wouldn’t wear it.
Now that she is older
she understands.
Often her body cannot support her bones.
They slip out looking for a grave.
