Flesh and Bone Should Get Along

Okay, I understand how the skeleton people want to break free from their prisons of flesh and go dancing around. They get tired of working “behind the scenes” as it were, getting no credit for all the support they give. And I understand how the flesh people get tired of the enforced rigidity of their interior partners, tired of having to diet because of “big bones,” tired of hitting their funny bones. I understand. You see, where there is intimacy there is always strife.

But bone people, flesh people, can’t we all just get along? Without sinews, bone people, you will be only a pile of sticks. No dancing for you! Not even rattling. And, flesh people, without bones how will you press the elevator buttons? You could only slap at them like waves on some dark, futile shore.