Back when I was
young, strong, and stupid
I used to haul
two bags of concrete at once
over my shoulder
during hungover Saturday side-jobs.
That's how I knew
I could lift you
this morning
though now
at twenty-six
I'm no spring chicken
and no wiser
for the scars.
Two wrongs don't make a right
but three lefts do.
I'm sorry about tomorrow.
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