I want you

to know 

the inside

of everything

I’ve never


But I know

how your hands

react to new,

oily fingers


each edge 

until everything

is worn down

and your gift

is just another

part of your scenery,

dirty car

and screaming kid

and ungrateful


of a life

with no


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