Skin worn into the handles
sitting behind the lathe
grinding parts down to their bones
for a lifetime
paycheck wings fluttering
flickering
butterflies
in the light
deep gouges into the architects table
etched steel
a worn photo of a vacation in the pencil drawer on the right
could we stay one more day?
Trekking far accross
Atlas creases
back to the cold steel
the job
wood shavings
cold feet
overtime
over the time inked
into the ash
smeared containers in the attic
recognizing you
have your priorities
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