with the screwdriver i stole from an ex
i am untwisting every screw from my body,
all the things pinning my limbs
into right angles and prayer positions
and i am throwing them
into into the garden
where the mulch and dead leaves
will bury them, compost them
for the rest of eternity


National Poetry Writing Month Day 23: Went off prompt.

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