The Palace of Bones

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Exit When night picks itself up Dropping dying birds upon us, And people order us to go somewhere, Tight-lipped with our hands full of papers; Remember, we grow at the pace of our own hearts, And it’s laughter that spins us forward, So spread me over the world first. Take my fingers and fold them around Heads that need direction. Press my lips to the hands of anyone Who has never been loved. Turn my voice into strains of heat. If there’s quiet near you too often, You might have your back turned on someone. You may be loving only half Of something and never know it. Forget I was wrong when I was. If I lied let it teach you something. 59 You are reading copyrighted material published by Ohio University Press/Swallow Press. Unauthorized posting, copying, or distributing of this work except as permitted under U.S. copyright law is illegal and injures the author and publisher. Carry my eyes into the dusk. Match me up with a hand-shaped clock. If you hear a strange sound in the closet, Let the darkness of it be me. 60 You are reading copyrighted material published by Ohio University Press/Swallow Press. Unauthorized posting, copying, or distributing of this work except as permitted under U.S. copyright law is illegal and injures the author and publisher. ...