With Broken Arms,

A Nasty Note And A Dead Rat,

I Carry With Me

Her Suspension Of Disbelief

Why Can't I Be The Genius

Who Solved The Greatest

Problems Of His Time

Am I Even Beyond

Metaphorical Assistance

Why Must I Be A Paint Brush

When We Need A Wrench

Her Arrival At The Correct Velocity

In Order To Perceive

Has Been Cancelled, And Filed Away

This Abstraction Shall

Repeat In Sequence