You want another round.
Repeat me until I fit.
Keep me in the loop.

One more round,
but the wrong one.
The machine wants the same.

A gas pump hose at my mouth,
water hoses around my limbs,
pipes running where the body ends.

Feed me through them.
Drain me through them.
Send me back wrong.

Your body doesn’t know
where to stop.

Come back wrong.
Come back wrong.
Until we fit.