Everything in it still works.That's the part nobody warns you about —not that the tools break,but that they don't,and you're the one who has to decidewhat a hammer is forwhen the only hand that knewisn't the one holding it anymore.
The poet asked for: Is the last line too long for what the poem's been doing, or does it need the extra breath?
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Dawit Bekele3 October 2026
"Everything in it still works." I felt that in my hands. We write the same father, I think, from different rooms.