by Chad Sweeney
Bones were shaking loose from the sky.
Shattering the lakes.
Disappearing cleanly
through the walls of buildings.
The bullets were on high alert.
The answering machines were blinking.
A thought bone caught in a spider’s web.
An eyebone landed in an intersection.
A rib cage rose up to surround the city.
April bones. Blue as morning.
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