bony knees

bony knees and thank you, please
manners that ebb and flow
joints that were never assembled correctly

her words had never matched her person and it was
becoming clear as to why
she was a mixture
a compound of several other people

of characters in books
their poetic personalities pressed between paper
of English or Art or History teachers that had sung songs of heroism
In every medium imaginable
of friends who had long since abandoned her, leaving her with words and quirks from who they used to be

she borrowed and begged for bits and pieces of everyone else
to compile and bargain for someone else
which if this is what she has achieved
i don’t know which version of herself is better

the whole on her own
or her with the holes on her own

(I’m not sure why it took me seven tries to write this poem)

2 Comments Add yours

  1. Emily says:

    *snaps*

    Liked by 1 person

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