I like things that are intricate
And made of metal
And need to be fixed.
I like cars.
I like watching you drive.
And how you press the pen when you write.
No faces, just hands.
Just for a moment,
I could pretend to be you.
And feel all the things you do.
I wonder if then
I'd know how you felt about me
If you scratch at your thumb when I'm around
If you tap your ring on the sink, or when I'm not there,
You touch my things.
Everything you do, I'd imagine was me.
Like I'm a wire or a screw,
Or a knob or a battery.
Like I'm a cup or knock.
Like every part of your life is
Part of my body.