All in (Jest)

Bones and skinny ridges
traced by bitten fingertips
on the greenest day
when the sky painter
made it a terrific blue.

Bluest she'd seen, in a time.

All tears and circles
of bleached hair down the drain
where he cut away until she was a bald
doll and he kissed her -
tendering the issues.

Break the bridges,
fall asleep on life,
on an ash-stained bare mattress
as she traced
his bones and skinny ridges
contemplating the ailments.