the snake that holds our house together
winding through my dominant arm.
this same arm also my disfigured :( wing
“I never fly”
this same arm then
punched! a hole through that dark corner,
finally allowing sunlight, beaming, the shoulder, relaxing
I use this hand to write, so I know it has power.
but I also forgot
My throat, perhaps choked
by my dominant hand? a consequence of forgetting.
I couldn’t feel my hands. I didn’t know this was happening.
only waiting for the end of sensation
So I thought I lost use of my hands. inside the dark corner
A clock with no hands means no wrong time
so removing the hands = taking control
A handless clock is free then, to reflect