Gift

I want you

to know 

the inside

of everything

I’ve never

seen.

But I know

how your hands

react to new,

oily fingers

manipulating

each edge 

until everything

is worn down

and your gift

is just another

part of your scenery,

dirty car

and screaming kid

and ungrateful

sight

of a life

with no

bow.

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