mcj's poem is today's poem on the poem a day website!

here is how it beautifully starts:

After tagging the dust your body is made of 
  

sheets flash ceremoniously on the line, in


the rain, I am a bone and I take a bone's


pleasure around the ball joint, shading


inside the names. When I pass your body in

here is what she looks like full of snow.

here is what snow looks like without jen