my arm once retained the shape
of holding someone
it wouldn’t go back even though i tried
to bend it past its will
out of shape
out of sorts
out of desperation
when i woke up today i saw it was gone
i couldn’t feel a thing
and i wanted it to come back
and though i tried it was too late
and tears played
and tears played
all around my face
put me up on poles to help me stand
i‘ll scare birds away from the garden
tied up with regrets and rubber bands
my stuffing’s coming out
who will fill me up again
last night i dreamt
i watched pumpkins swell
and cabbages rise
there was nothing i could do
and crows realized
my silhouette was a lie
and they ate their fill
long into the night
bhagiti 6.6.07 perrysburg, oh
