Thursday, August 11, 2005



I accidentally wrenched my arm
And it popped right off.

It fell on the floor,
Writhing with all the dumb urgency
Of a headless snake.

I couldn't bring myself to pick it up.

The thought of those blind fingers
Clutching and grasping at me
Was repulsive.

I found a broom and swept it out to the corner
And into the gutter.

I've been sitting here, sort of watching TV,
Trying not to mind

The scratching sounds at the door.

Photo courtesy of Lyra Bellacqua

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