How foolish to have forgotten
the pinchcocks. And the tourniquet.
A sheath for every excrescence
would have been wise.
But now I’ve grown bionic
beyond my years, and whir
with positive displacement
whenever I micturate.
Small prices, really, for all
those memories of death.
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