The Left-handed Self

By | 1 May 2018

See, when I hand the pen
to the left-handed self
it holds it like the stump of a finger,
truncated and clumsy.

It would write backwards if it could,
unwriting the right hand’s
good intentions,
not this crabbed sideways stumble
that slows thought and finds,
some other, awkward truth.

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