Evidence

In the hospital a man my age took six x-rays of my wrist

Within minutes he had pulled them up on an oversized computer monitor
I lost my breath at the sight of something inside of me  so pure
So beautiful

For a moment I saw myself
A 3D image of my perfect white bones
I felt like a child
I felt clean
I felt hope

If there was still something good in me
I might not be lost
Could still save myself

If the frame of my body was unmarred by the world
Then the dirt under my nails meant nothing
It would all fade eventually

In the end
All we leave for evidence are clean white bones
And you can’t make a case with that