nothing lasts
forever.
listen to the squeak in the washer,
the unruly
hum of
the furnace. the loose
belt
of the dryer.
a lost screw.
the house is full of
mechanical
mice
speaking out of turn.
chattering over
one another,
fix me, grease me.
replace me with something
new.
it's like they've been
listening to me
for so many years,
learning how it's done.
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