it’s about when ocean vuong said “a story, after all, is a kind of swallowing. to open a mouth, in speech, is to leave only the bones, which remain untold.” and when anne enright said “i am not sure what hurt may linger in the bones.” and when rb lemberg said “the bones in all the stories. the bones that have a story to tell, a story that persists beyond the last breath and demands to be told.” and when enright said “i lay them out in nice sentences, all my clean, white bones.”
















