First Substantive Blog: A Poem

I wrote this poem on the bus on my way back to Boston from New York City. I wrote it in the cover of my contracts book.

If I was me I would be secure
give me back myself
put me in my body.
Skeleton, my friend,
you look frail.
May I help you up the stairs?
I'll keep your thinness close
lace you in my arms
teach you to dance.
Sleep the equinox with you.
Describe what I see
cradle your hallow head
give you the comfort
of a deep rocking voice.
Fool painted white.