When I was born, they had to break my collarbone
Just to get me out and into the world
Two weeks late, I bided my time
Before I let my soul unfurl
For many years, I’d cover up my collarbone
With a hanging head and eyes cast down
Full of shame for the body that carried me
Better not to be around
Bits and pieces, lost and lonely
The world takes its toll
But remembering deep inside me
I once was whole
Fingertips along my lover’s collarbone
Quiet talk suspended in night
Once again, the soul comes in
And sets me back into my life
