At first I will not work correctly,
so operate with some care.
Being out of love for so long is like
opening the booklet up and not finding
your language, and all the French you learned
won’t tell you the difference between a vis and a clou.
There may be one or two pieces that go missing
before you’ve had a chance to read the whole thing
but if you want to start putting things together
after all this time, say something that will tell me
who I am, and who I am to you.
I do not want to know the difference.
Be my artificer, be an assembler of things
that fit together so well in your hands.