One Fan is Different

I don’t know what to say or do

to make you better

I don’t know

When I was little

and you were littler

I was jealous

of your newness

and your normality

I used to hit you

and call you names

And now

I can’t imagine

hurting you more

It’s numb and the fan

is hitting against a pipe

The rest of the fans whir

But this one is different

There must be something wrong

with the fan

I don’t know what to do

to make the fan better

so I will sit here in silence

and wait

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