Good Bones

For every bird there is a stone thrown at a bird.

Filmmaker Anaïs La Rocca

Good Bones

Life is short, though I keep this from my children.
 
Life is short, and I’ve shortened mine
 
in a thousand delicious, ill-advised ways,
 
a thousand deliciously ill-advised ways
 
I’ll keep from my children. The world is at least
 
fifty percent terrible, and that’s a conservative
 
estimate, though I keep this from my children.
 
For every bird there is a stone thrown at a bird.
 
For every loved child, a child broken, bagged,
 
sunk in a lake. Life is short and the world
 
is at least half terrible, and for every kind
 
stranger, there is one who would break you,
 
though I keep this from my children. I am trying
 
to sell them the world. Any decent realtor,
 
walking you through a real shithole, chirps on
 
about good bones: This place could be beautiful,
 
right? You could make this place beautiful.
 

Maggie Smith, “Good Bones” from Waxwing.  Copyright © 2016 by Maggie Smith.  Reprinted by permission of Waxwing magazine

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