I felt it, my femur, one end of the classic
cartoon dogbone where it fits my hip,
same as inside the legs of the marble figures
in Piazza Navona who were rivers as people,
its condyle sometimes a rueful fist
shaking a little if I overflex on leg-presses,
remindful of the great sculptural regret
that we will not continue to happen
long enough, or be the perfectly boneless
spirits that dance water through themselves.
Perhaps I could even eat candles and survive
Allan Peterson is the author of two books, All the Lavish in Common (2005 Juniper Prize) and Anonymous Or (Defined Providence Press), and four chapbooks. Recent print and online appearances include Prairie Schooner, Blackbird, Bellingham Review, Perihelion, Stickman Review, Marlboro Review, Massachusetts Review. Awards include fellowships from the NEA and the State of Florida.