Rough fingers almost like
a sigh against my face.
Are these my own?
What do I covet,
If not these two masterpieces?
I abhor the smooth polish
and rounded edges.
I crave labor,
to toil away with some
unknown gadget
hidden
deep in the recesses of my mind.
a sigh against my face.
Are these my own?
What do I covet,
If not these two masterpieces?
I abhor the smooth polish
and rounded edges.
I crave labor,
to toil away with some
unknown gadget
hidden
deep in the recesses of my mind.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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