[prompt inspired by an Anis Mojgani line, "Make a list of the parts of your body that don’t work anymore. That list is a poem.”]
Most of my body
is damaged goods.
It still works fine
enough,
but the sheen has certainly worn off.
The oil is low
(and the brand is hard to find),
the hinges are overworked and they
sigh quietly when asked to move
too quick.
Full-contact
Full-impact
takes a toll
I number the adjustments lovingly
an injury index
a table of bodily malcontents
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