the way my skin tingles every single time i read, or someone says the word “spine”.
it is a delicate thing, the spine.
filled with enough to keep a human body upright,
filled with too little to withstand a heavy blow.
a self-given nickname
a monument
a fortress.
unlike the others, the spine resides strategically
so that it can be supported by others
without having to stand the weight of
their offering.
a backbone, literal and not
a thing of beauty
a home.
you, my dear spine,
are my delicate thing.
