To Do

And I do
have something to
do with living and
pressing people's hands
and touching arms in
thanks and farewell. I
can live on the planet
of hell with my
body straight, my
resigned left foot all my
broken bits humpty-dumpty-like
stuck and pinned to
hold me upright - the
pain must surely
go, vanish, disappear, it
must surely raise me
far away
far away from
here.

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