I’ve been thinking a lot about the human body lately. A bit more than usual, if I’m honest. Chronic joint issues, aging, and being a frequent flyer at the dentist has been on my mind lately.
Medical issues aside, I often think about bones. A nickname I had in High School– that never quite stuck the way I wanted it to – was Skullz1. Despite the name not sticking, my fascination with them has.
This week I finished a poem I’d been working on for a while now. I experimented with it by using a Concrete Poem format. Once I decided to arrange the words in poem into the shape of a skull, everything clicked.
A love note emerged, expressed with a lilt of slant rhymes and hint of love through pain. I'm leaning in heavily into how that shows up for me (thank you Little Ouchies for aiding in my acceptance). An ode to my bones, and an offering for you to think of yours, too.
I hope you enjoy. Let me know in the comments your thoughts on the skull and if you see it! 💀
Content note: Graphic descriptions of the body and tearing flesh from bone.
Extras - I wrote some of this poem in my Mars Passport notebook. I had some fun creating the graphic on the right a few weeks after getting it. I had to share alongside this entry.


Thanks for being along for the ride.
Kenyatta ✨
I absolutely was one of those x_X_rawr_X_x kids in High School. I’m a Millennial, I got it honestly ¯\_(ツ)_/¯