stippling

This meat,
As bones a kin to talisman,
Carbon date like acupuncture.
Pages flake with the shake of dust.
I remember what got lost.
This man of me, a tangent,
So occupied in his tearing away.
Minor altercations teach me discretion
That stinks of rot.
Keep me while it's cold in hopes
You'll fail to understand, come summer.
One day, I'll be bigger than needles.