the anatomy of my body is set.
My bones are formed,
my ribs are both true and false
and my cervical curve starts with atlas
and ends with my tail.
my bones are trees and i wrap my legs around the earth
at least 1000 times.
this is a truth i can only know in autumn,
it's something about dying.
my blood is here, too,
tying me directly to you
as i sit under my nest, all put together
being part of every thing is exhausting.