No Picture on the Box and Half the Pieces Missing
By Holly Day

no places left to sleep, slow bones separate
beneath gloved hands of desert explorers, you, me,
division of the species by body parts
tibia longs for femur, cranium for metacarpals
bagged and labeled and left to gather dust
in the basement of a museum, sequestered desert must

in this, new prison, you and I all of us
lists of pieces to go here, go there
unmatched skeletons of erectus and habilis
creep to meet inside the dark, resuscitate me, darling
paleodance beneath the feet
of modern Man, nostalgic meat