hip bone, thigh gap, collar bones,
wrists the width of pins, ribs
untwisted paper clips, knee caps tipped
like knives, arms and legs just ligaments,    and skin
a labyrinth of blue    veins skimming bone. but breasts,
give us breasts,
a cushion to coddle that muscled meat
ever-pleading, ever-beating, ever-eating
itself, a siphon still for the starving and starved.