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hey, office worker guy.
suit-and-specs. y’know,
what that kid calls ya—
feel your catching breath and sense that things
could be different. the sense
that you know me
beyond this. you know he’s no trophy—
I don’t think the others do. and if not that,
what makes you inhuman?
the veins you call wires or
the heart you call home?
well, okay, hayasaka,
if you were alive your hand would be much warmer than this.
I’d know, but who even cares? I mean—
just steel yourself. you know what it is
to feel your heart beating.
you know what it is to have that taken away.
think back as I hold you here to
the days when my steps would
spell out poetry on the boxing floor. it’s just
a complicated dance
where you are immortal
from the right angle.
you don’t have to tell me now
or ever, really, and I’ll be—
I’ll just be.