Only pins could manipulate it back together
There was a rocking chair I held above my head until I dropped it on my face
A seventy year old hand binned the flesh to a faint scar
A basketball rolled and every ligament in my right ankle was torn
Plaster held it in place so time could rebuild
On a dare I held my hand flat over a flame to watch a candle burn out
The ointment cooled the charred appendage
I never cried
Your words burn behind my eyes
Soldering my heart into a straight jacket
I haven't found the doctor with tools to fix that yet
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