This poem appears in
The Stinging Fly's summer 2009 edition.
Bones Part 1
My Da was afloat on an inflatable
mattress on the living room floor for over a year.
His femur, tibia, and fibula replaced
by a metallic scaffold, fused
by nuts and bolts that blistered and raised his bruised skin
like scorched sap on a gum tree.
My mother, sister, brother, and
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