Are now bones

I was sitting with blood
I wasn't born with
(if only the word could be read
as warm as it felt
believe me, this blood did not spill
so much as it spared)

these friends, relative,
are stretching definition
they edge me
these relations, befriending,
are now bones
sitting knees tucked beneath plaid fringe
grapefruit worry tucked inside the crust
we want to sign off cleverly,
so we do so tenderly
(this is how we are, so tender)

I want to tug the latch
that keeps them
leave 8mm memory
beneath their eyelids
so they see how the world sees them
when they sleep.

so they wake
in smile
most mornings than not.

I could find a way
to shake the ticking minutes
from the clicking arms
in their heart
so they feel infinite.

they measure like fuel gauge
fill me
they feel me
make me feel fufilled.