I have been picked apart until I am all bones,
Thanksgiving turkey,
ravaged carcass.
They tear at me this way and that,
looking for the choicest piece of meat
but there is none left to offer.
I have simply been picked clean.
My bones, cracked open.
They scrape out the marrow until all that is
left is a pile of teeth.
Bits of skin litter the serving platter
and it is thick with grease.
These are my tears.
This is what happens when there is
nothing left to give.
My ribs, curved upward like some
great offering,
my thighs, stripped of flesh.
Now I am thin. All that is left remains
scattered on the table,
and it is no great loss to anyone.
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