its nice to know

i will be cool and insulated
in a death one day
and that day will follow many days
when men pop like wildflowers, tulips, and weeds
the sun not shining as it did when i was three
but the air smelled as virile as gasoline
this morning when i opened the door
i stuck my head out and inhaled
shut my eyes, inhaling
the morning black, wobbling, influenced
and i thought this day will not come clean
out of the box
i sit and cut the clear wrap
and take out the device,
it looks ok
but something inside it rattles
and each day i pick it up i hear the rattle
i think each time
that the thing should not be rattling
some odd part has broken off
and one day it will shut this device down
but today, so far
it works