This morning i awoke
to find that a screwdriver
had grown
on the end of each finger.
O wonderful world,
where the body grows
the means of procurement
and repair!
What awaits?
What calls to us?
We are made to build
and to mend --
our fingertips
attest to this.
i am my own set of tools,
gone off into the world
in search of all
that needs
fixing.
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