What My Bones Know

I found this poem-ish thing I wrote in a workshop on the book Women Who Run with the Wolves by

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. It’s been many months since the workshop, and I haven’t edited or revisited these strange fragments, but they do make me feel something, so I wanted to share one here. The prompt was about collecting bones and listening to what they’re saying, including my own bones.