digging for bones

Saturday mornings often find me too early. Today I awoke without cover. Window thrown open. The cold air settling down. Deeply down into my spine. Muscles aching. From the angle of my head and the sun, I could make out the rise of those two hip bones – the skin pulled tight – bruised. The danger of a frame residing too close to the skin. Drug myself up and out. Passed the mirror. Momentarily making out other dark patches. Along the spine. The left shoulder blade. The scale said 115 pounds. I shivered and got into a hot shower.