wicked alice| fall 2009


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Valerie Loveland

 

 

Bone scan

I used to think a skeleton
key opened bones.
I am so vain
that I get portraits
taken of my skeleton.
My grandmotherís tired spine
bends me a warning.
Something vandalizes
her structure, chips away.
She hunches shorter
every six months. 

I never broke a bone.
Does that imply
a well-built framework,
or expose my bookworm
tendencies, my timid
and fearful nature?
I want to talk
to the man who insulted
my bones, called
them weaklings. In the X-ray,
my skeleton smiles, robust

as a Halloween chatterbox.
Just because my pelvis
resembles a butterfly,
doesnít mean itís fragile.
Itís too heavy to fly.
Why worry about bones
when they survive longest
in the coffin?
My osteoporosis
is a mythóI will become
the best fossil one day.

 

 


Valerie Loveland is the author of Reanimated, Somehow (Scrambler Books, 2009). Her poetry appears in Best of the Web 2008 and on her website: valerieloveland.com