fabrication

For today's prompt, I want you to take the phrase "I think (blank)" and fill in the blank with a word or phrase. Make this the title of your poem for today. Then, write the poem


I think...metal.
When you ask me what I think. I think: metal
and I see it
first pouring, silver, molten
but i don't see into what

then i see it cold
a nail
long, thick, a flat, round head.

and I have it: all anyone wants from me:
something specific, cold, precise, useful,
with step by step directions for everything
everything you should expect and do and achieve. next.

here.
have a nail.
there's no mystery to it.
no shroud of uncertainty.
nothing beautiful if you do not
which you do not
see the blue light climb around to the top of the curve
as it turns in your fleshy fingers
which you pretend to understand.

here. build something. or stab something.
i won't tell you what to do
i won't tell you what to do if you cannot see
that if there is space
(or if there is not) there is
likely there
a wall.

why should I tell you what this nail can do
if you cannot imagine
how much a wall might mean
all the more if it is invisible
and the nails cast - poured into the mold
of the heart of the original, forgotten child.