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I was born with adhesive skin.
I stick to hardened men
who are unsure in perpetuum and I don’t care enough to help.
They get tricked by this old Volkswagen battery that sits heavy in my chest.

The truth is they think
that I’m human.
But my battery
hasn’t been changed,
and it has never been new.
To them, this is atonement,
this is the repaying of sins.
But living with me is sort of like smoking a cigarette uphill.

You want to fix me
but they haven't made new parts for this model.