Wednesday, May 23, 2007


There was a bone on the bottom of the harbor. It had no sense of the eels sliding through the mud or the fish with the cancerous eyes, but it did have a memory of a leg standing in a field. It remembered the sounds of animals and slick, pink babies. It lay against a cinder block, the marks of a knife on one end, the creature it had been murdered years ago. The bone was angry, senseless in the water, and wanted light.


Kelly said...

Amazing. Is there anything more to say? Each line, every word, amazing.

Joseph Young said...

Thanks again, Kelly.