Wore: O que significa?

That summer I did not go crazy,
Spoke instead to my mama who insisted
Our people do not go crazy.
We make instead that sudden evening
Silence that follows the shotgun blast.
We stand up alone twenty years after
Like a scarecrow in a field
Pie-eyed, toothless, naming
Our enemies and outliving them.
That summer I talked to death
Like an old friend, a husky voice
Whispering up from my cunt, echoing
Around my knees, laughing.
That summer I did not go crazy
But I wore
very close
Very close
to the bone.