In
The
Beginning
I
like
to
imagine
at
night,
When
the
sky
is
speckled
With
stars
and
each
looks
Like
a
different
freckle
on
Your
sleeping
face,
That
I
was
made
from
Your
rib.
I
am
attached
to
your
backbone,
Giving
you
strength
and
support
Whether
you
know
it
or
not…
I
am
attached
to
your
sternum,
Curving
around
your
organs,
Like
spiny
fingers
stroking
The
ebony
and
ivory
keys
In
a
consecrated
chapel,
Resonating
with
every
twist
and
turn
Of
your
torso.
I
am
the
protector
of
your
heart,
Pumping
life
just
beneath
Your
chest.
I
am
the
protector
of
your
lungs,
Aware
of
your
constant
breath,
Unfailing
as
it
travels
from
day
To
night $4