A Letter to My Favorite Body Part

To my darling clavicle,

You are such an intruder to my whole being.

So sharp and contrasting the smoothness of my frame

keeping me sane

whenever I feel unsteady

ready

to throw it all away.

I grab onto you, latching on, praying

Dear God, please don’t give up on me.

The firmness

the sturdiness

I trace my finger along your confidence.

You’re the only piece of me that feels right

that feels like

I’m supposed to be here.

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