Wish Bone This is not going to work if you don’t open up she thought Shame. Let me in, but you shake your head - no. This is really not going to happen if you keep closing your lips into an invisible hard line Fold me your arms like the gathering of white sheets on laundry day Crisp paper folds in the midsummer scorch. A dancer’s wrist A Robin’s tarsometatarsus dressed in fine silver bangles Snapped across your turkey wish bone Little fingers wrapped Winning, winning, winning… Then crack, Hollow bone tear in ragged, needle sharp filaments. Close yourself up Lock yourself inside a bear trap, Laid in A well deeply Dug by a young boy In a dark forest Covered in bracken. No one knows Or comprehends what is going on in your special head. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ryno8zBVDa4 - wishbone Rag Image wiki commons - Wish Bone Rag 1909 composed by Charlotte Blake