There is a pressure
Welling up in my brain, heart, behind my eyes
It’s easy to find a needle for a quick fix
The pressure is gone but so is the rest of me
Discarded on the floor like old socks from last week

You’re going to open me up like an engineer
And put me back together again
Oil on your coveralls
Polishing my heart with your breath and a rag
Succeeding
Where others just threw the parts together
And screwed me back up