Forever Bones

At 25 years
i feel Forever stretched out in my bones.
But i forget to remember
that my bones are not Forever.
They are future Earth food,
set up as proudly
as the crumbling columns of the Colosseum
once were.

My little teeth,
my funny toes,
my freckled cheek
are Me,
until they are not.

And what i see and handle
and where i walk in these feet,
whisper those same Forever lies.

Tonight i sit in my chair
and let myself know this.
But tomorrow i will fill my view full
and dance and move
and birth and lose
in my Forever bones.

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