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
to throw it all away.
I grab onto you, latching on, praying
Dear God, please don’t give up on me.
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.