so many things
that i don't understand
and could never
fix if they broke
down.
they are all
mysteries
sealed
and contained in impenetrable
boxes
of steel and plastic
with screws and glue,
space age compounds.
there's the car, the computer,
the phone.
i would electrify myself
if i pried open the back of my tv.
every machine
in the house
is beyond me.
what's the point in being
a man anymore
when there's nothing
i can fix
to make you proud.
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