Forges On

Her attempt to weld boxed
all of us in. Hinges that wouldn’t

swing in unison
when she wanted

to hide from the future
litany of failures. Mysterious

groin pull
but no limp. She walks on.

Her father didn’t make furniture,
didn’t have time

to collect tools. Inherited gold
apprentices with modern moves

and names. Could be it’s all
in her head.

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