Wait

In the dark I disassemble myself.
I wonder what could hold this body;
this fallible woman;
this harbinger of doom.
There are less bolts than I would’ve
imagined.
Less nails.
Less screws.
Still I lay awake at night wondering
how to get myself to you.

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