Naming Rights Go to the Museum

I am an archeologist and I find a bone 

that was once in the ribcage of a dinosaur. 

The bone is yellow like glue and designed 

to hold a dinosaur heart in place. I love 

the bone dearly. I wrap my arms around it

when I am trying to sleep, even though

the bone fills my bed with dust. I name

the bone. “Tiger Man”. “Horror”. “Hot Chili 

Sauce”. “Tar Tar Tar”. My bone goes on display

in the museum. The exhibit is big and shiny.

My bone is next to many other bones 

that have not been loved the way bones should. 

On a black placard, my bone is titled “Big Yellow 

Rib Bone”. I reach my hand across the rope 

to touch it. I am yelled at by a security guard.