Skeleton Dinner

I am uncomfortable at peace

The one thing I’ve prayed so desperately for

My eyes squeezed fiercely shut

My fingers and toes crossed ten times over

There is a vulnerability in the stillness 

A contentment to be lost

I do not know what to do with my hands

I do not know which fork to use for my soup

I am at a dinner party with all new rules

My soul thirsts for the living

My hands reach for the dead