Axle

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So the birds whistle, so the gurney
wheels you away from people saying
what you expect, the lines
amassed, the sparkle of fisherfolk
upon the sea, lockers of
construction sites, rolling you to
the machine—your machine—if

anything is anyone’s for the holding, then
it’s how this breaks apart, like

the cells of your youth, like bread.

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