My sister
hears whispers
of storms between her bones
She'll get an inkling in her ankle
She'll get a needling in her knee
This time
She said sis I'm
Picking up on something strong
And I swear by my hip that produces the limp
That you're the one involved
Put a finger on my hairline fracture
Followed it down to the break
The pulse around it was beating faster
I knew I'd allow her in vain
To warn me against it
She said "I have to be the one who refuses
To let you cash in on all your excuses
and be useless to you as tender
as the well meaning without scar tissue
who are lenient when you continue
to go off on another bender
I know you're in a tangle
but you know I got no angle
I got no hidden agenda
But to give you some hints
and speak straight from the splint:
Nobody but the body can mend you
Put a finger on your hairline fracture
Follow it down to the break
And if you're headed toward another disaster
Allow the memory it contains
To warn you against it"
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