I’ve heaved up and down stairs
with you_
a wooden fatchild,
dumb in your unpowered innocence
and upon an end table set you.
And plugged you in.

But the moment I turn you on
you transmorph
into a grinning carney, 
with all guile held behind you_
beyond the tube, 
circuitry, 
and box back.

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