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Description
Disorder

I want to see my skeleton.
Not x-rays or broken bones reaching out through the skin,
I want make friends with my stick figure portrait.

I want to strum the ripples of my ribs and pound the drum that is my chest cavity.
I want to smile, passing empty soup bowls that are my stomach.
I want to see the skin stretched tight and translucent,
My cocoon over beautiful knobs and curves.
I want my face to become the proverbial grinning skeleton in any light.

When I meet my skeleton, we will sit on linear butts and admire planar geometry while playing pattie-cake without the cake.
Bones will wrap his arms around his spindly legs letting me run my fingers down the knobby spine laughing and counting each one.
The games we'll play my skeleton and I…
But now it's getting cold in the sun and I am tired of this and want to go to sleep.

Description
Disorder

I want to see my skeleton.
Not x-rays or broken bones reaching out through the skin,
I want make friends with my stick figure portrait.

I want to strum the ripples of my ribs and pound the drum that is my chest cavity.
I want to smile, passing empty soup bowls that are my stomach.
I want to see the skin stretched tight and translucent,
My cocoon over beautiful knobs and curves.
I want my face to become the proverbial grinning skeleton in any light.

When I meet my skeleton, we will sit on linear butts and admire planar geometry while playing pattie-cake without the cake.
Bones will wrap his arms around his spindly legs letting me run my fingers down the knobby spine laughing and counting each one.
The games we'll play my skeleton and I…
But now it's getting cold in the sun and I am tired of this and want to go to sleep.