Mind Skeleton

I wish I knew my bones
as well as I know my house

I would lend my tibia 
shy thin poems
until my fibula 
greets them

I would read my hips
in the original

I would scour my fingers
for the invocation
of critical distance

I would swear all over my skull
so decades from now
the medical establishment
could study the expletion 
of pain

My palace of ribs 
would annotate the vest of my heart
piano sheet committed
to high and no beats