bone patch

this house is made for
our bones, with grooves where
the right things rest

such as ankles in couch cushions
or invisible targets
for my elbows when I
lean on the kitchen bench
to watch your magic

or the dip in our bed,
where bossy hip bones have
carved out so many dreams
from the old fairy floss
of our mattress

right down to the small bits
left over, like the hair tie
gone missing in the laundry
once a thin python for your wrist.