Wishbone

There are sins I'd commit again
Even knowing what I do
About remorse and
Consequences.
Rules make more sense
Once you break them
And the sound they make when I slide them out of the way
Is pleasure and breath;
When I inhale them
They race my pulse;
When I bend them enough to show you
What lies beyond the law,
The boundaries between good and evil,
Should and shouldn't,
Yes and No
May never have existed;
And the rules snap like a wishbone.


Michelle Stoll

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