Intrepid Poem by Samantha Bolden

I play with my bones
Piling them up

If you pull one out
The whole tower collapses

My bones are not polished white
Instead they wear the grey of melancholy

My lips are covered with dust of bones
A white handkerchief catches him again

A necrosis intrudes into my republic of bone cells
It is successfully fought back by my army

You and I survive together
We get over insomnia

The order forces itself into my liquor space
To be cool like a spring

Clear like a starry night