Lost in the Wrong Bone

I weigh pebbles in my hand to find if my heart has calcified
smooth white stone bounces two three four
flint flashes blue then a slice of slate worn smooth
might have been an arrowhead once
waves don’t bring them back

Eyes alarmed chest empty on the headland
sense then glimpse nestled like a hermit crab
between labia of a conch shell
muscle glistens rosy in calcium
looks washed and pulsates faint in the wrong bone

I scoop it up like an errant child
sorry I lost you – you’re all right – home now – we’ll be more careful
Reluctant shins slide back half each step

Mori Glaser spent her earliest years in Singapore, grew up in the UK, moved to Israel 35 years ago. Her poetry and flash have appeared in journals and anthologies, including The Alexandria Review, The Ekphrastic Review, Vine Leaves Literary Journal: a collection of vignettes from across the globe, the Between the Lines anthology of Fairy Tales and Folklore Reimagined and Akashic Books’ web series Thursdaze. She won 3rd prize in The Molotov Cocktail’s 2017 Shadow Award.

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