I, too, fear ankles; the easiest part
of the leg to dismantle with a kick.
Once I placed the ankles of my sweetheart
around my shoulders. A monster will trick
you by grabbing your ankles as it lurks
under the bed when what it really wants
is your warm heart. “Bipedal” only works
if your ankles work. Once, at a seance,
I saw poor old Death totally freakout
when the damned tried to cling on her ankles
and plead. Brilliant. As if that ever worked.
“But that’s not what I want to talk about.
Today’s lecture shall be on clavicles,”
said the old collarbone doctor and smirked.
clavicle
19 Tuesday Feb 2013
memories of my ghost sista 
Shades of a William S. Burroughs bit. He used to go into the medical stuff…all those years spent at Harvard…medical school…it had to come out somewhere.
Later…
Working for my RN certificate I had to take an anatomy class (I was a horror show of a student in high school, it took until my 40s to understand science and math) and discovered that if there is a long, complicated Greek or Latin word for something instead of a short, to the point word the medical world will go for the first (as if they earn points for syllables) and that someday I should like to go see the islets of Langerhans.
Develop a tribal language that is exclusive and it is almost a necessity it gets used. Lawyers who write are the worst…exept, maybe engineers. At least medical terms apply to all, or most of any audience, whether they understand the specifics or not.
Later…