Composition

This is the way I crack all my bones
This is the place where a disc hit my nose
This is a knuckle swollen from cold
This is the bruise where I took in the blow

Here is my throat, smoother than yours
An apple that feels like a stone
And it bobs when you speak, I finger the node
And feel the word take course

And you'll never know the body you own
Until it starts to fight back
And when I've been held by hands fully grown
I'll know what I meant by that

Went off to school, I gained and I lost
And I got a sense of self
That I wrapped up in jeans all tight at the seams
And choking at the belt

And I loosed all my needs, it was anarchy
And it looked like anatomy class
All those organs and bones, a skeleton home
Built to be collapsed

And you'll never know the body you own
Until it starts to fade
And when I've been hollowed and turned into loam
I'll grow into a tree for someone else's shade