E.S.H.

She was born from a chicken's bone,

splayed from the crease of the why and

made from a wish for a friend.

She waited, cradled in a chrysalis

until broken legs revealed twin bones

of deceptively different sizes;

they sealed themselves,

entwined with like-minded muscles

sometimes pulling in opposite directions

but with blood that always ran

toward the same place.

Like irises that grew from one knotted root,

they were green and let themselves spill out;

the scars upon their crooked spines telling secrets

that can only be known to those

who are grown from the same hip bones.