God lives inside my walker
that ungraceful, ugly metal stand
whose wheels squeak,
in shrill and whinging complaint,
and the back legs catch
on every bump and crack and
rough-edged corner of carpet
strategically placed, just so.
I stumble every time,
and hold the handles tighter.
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