My Pinocchio Poem by nathan martin

bye bye lucid wristbone you have
shaken me awake to many times now.

back when it rained a lot against
the kitchen window.

all my dreams were kept folded up in
a brown and red quilt from my grandmother..

cross-stiched knees and ankles warmly
wrapped for the night..

in the morning there would be cereal bowl
milk rings on the kitchen table.

maybe even a little gravel in my skin.

but dont look now cause the backyard
swing is made of rust.

all my memories of wood and cloth.

see where I was sown together so long ago.

so get out the wrench and untighten the bolts,
my chest to open, my head to close.