We Had Bodies That Knew Each Other
So Well
Korinne Ellert

​I remember the way my mother complained
About the sticky pull of my 
Oily skin against hers in the summers of my childhood. 
When I clung to her,
In the bliss of an evening
Heated by our doe eyed,
Slick bodies. 
 
I used to dance on my father’s toes
When he held me up
By the tips of my fingers,
Like I was his delicate 
Marionette.
Sometimes I feel his feet
Tuck in alongside mine
While I lay to sleep,
Tired of sleeping alone. 
 
They are both ash now,
Cloaked by the grass above,
But the impact of our bodies colliding
Over and over again,
Resounds in the marrow
Leaking from each creaking bone
My clanking body possesses.