Vertical Transmission Grade

with broken arms, a nasty note and a dead rat,

I carry with me her suspension of disbelief

why can't I be the genius

who solved the greatest problems of his time?

am I even beyond metaphorical assistance?

why must I be a paint brush

when we need a wrench?

her arrival at the correct velocity

in order to perceive has been canceled,

and filed away this abstraction shall repeat in sequence