The Hurt

Cindy Williams Gutiérrez “The Small Claim of Bones”

What My Body Knows

Is Not A Lie It’s Not
A Lie I Tell You It Is Not
It’s Nothing Short Of Truth
And Nothing Larger
My Past Lodges
In My Marrow And If
I Wanted A Transplant
There’d Be No Match
Others’ Sorrows Dwarf
My Petty Traumas Still
These Bones Are Mine
When They Creak
When They Moan
When They Whine
There’s Only One Thing
I Can Claim These Bones
Are Mine I Tell You
They Are Mine And Kind
To Abandon No Thing
That Makes This Pulse
No One But Me