Back in Service

 I don’t run fifty miles an hour.

it’s not within the limits of my machinery.

drop straining my limbs to your pace

before I break again.

the replacement parts weren’t an instant fit, but

they were made with joy and love.

I can tell myself the truth that I can live.

Formed of words, the ghosts shake and

fall apart.

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