Sunday, May 28, 2006

Born with a slight preference

Born with a slight preference
for one hand or the other,
the body hangs one up to please
father and mother.

Into one hand the soul exerts
the animal of love.
The other, wasted by neglect,
hangs on the wrist a glove.

I have misplaced my birthday gift
on the way to he.
I have lost my rights, displaced
ambidexterity.

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