“underneath my ribs”

Written for:  The Twiglets #255 - "underneath my ribs"

My dog had skin
and fur overlaying 
his ribs.  Now his
ribs ride on top.

So chilled, I felt
the cold creep
underneath my ribs.

child cries, breath shallow
has been starving for so long
ribs are visible

            Oh how he loves eating spareribs,
           so much sauce he requires two bibs.
                Felt sad for baby
               snuck in some gravy.
       All sticky, she finger-printed her crib.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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3 Responses to “underneath my ribs”

  1. Misky says:

    Ooh baby’s sticky fingers! ❤️❤️💕


  2. poetrybydebi says:

    The starving child is a stark image


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