My long-buried bones

emit dusty gasps as she works

her chipping hammer around my


Shale bits slough

off creek bed’s bank, gathering

on her denim knees. A paint

brush tickles my

groggy fins, posed

gracefully for their wake.

Parts wrapped and


stacked in muddied

egg crates, forced from

the safe hug of


Bright lab lights

shine on busy picks and

chisels, as carefully

she reassembles me.

Perched exhibit high

and stripped of once

thick flesh and liquid

shield, I wait.

Crowds gasp and

whisper — reverence paid

as, naked, I resume

my reign.

* Piece originally published on Medium.com

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