The left one, now, is released and discovers itself
revelling in the total immobilisation of the right hand
it’s not as efficient, it knows that, but….
‘Give me a chance! I’ll be better, I will, I swear!
Just let me practice, give me time,
I am sure that I can be just as much as that pesky right hand
I know that you miss her, but.. damn, let me be
I will show you
something new within me.’
Surprised by all the hand had to say
I cock my head, purse my lips (through a pain in my mouth from too many cigs)
and say; Sure;
I’ve often been curious about what the hell
is in that left hemisphere.
Though I may be a little frightened, because
is any time suitable for such self-exploration?
The right hand grumps and itches at my question.
‘I could offer you self-exploration!’
The muffled voice sounds from within its plastic seal
I barely hear it
so it speaks within a momentous itching.
‘The placement within a cast has obviously had
little effect in silencing the pest!’
The left hand, ecstatic, makes its rivalries clear.