sonnet from a skeleton
something in the way you pronounce ugly
like it pulls your tongue and wrenches
the crosshair of your jaw, drills bone to dust-like
this is how you offend me--
dismember me from curdling dendrites
burst neon plaque on grey matter
and fill my womb with plaster. make me
a pulse for the still-stuck
void of your hands, flex your lines
to caricature of contortion
and birth a crater for my chin to rest.
bury me in cerulean girlhood--
when i was thirteen and spindly
and your mouth made love to an ocean
Scott Hicks has work published in Contemporary Haibun Online, Road Not Taken, Poetry Quarterly, Three Line Poetry, Modern Haiku, Shot Glass, Liquid Imagination, and Down in the Dirt. He came to poetry through therapy and lives in Fresno, California.