I’d rather you stay but
I can’t hold tight with a heavy hand,
Can’t jump with a lead foot.
Running is flailing and falling when
Limbs are imported objects,
Pieces unattached and inoperable.
This body was just given to me,
Dropped off without instructions,
And a builder I have never been.
Even just this morning
As I called out your name
Another voice entirely filled the quiet.
The dog stood at the edge of the bed baying wildly,
Just as frightened as I
By whom I had become.
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