Am I disassociated from my right
arm and hand? No,
I think it is just my favorite child, whom I
sometimes look upon with surprise,
As if my knees had simply
cracked when the air pressure changed
quickly and words were made to appear in
small notebooks.
As if to say:
“I take responsibility for the Barometer/Sensitivity
of my knees but
Good Lord, I’ve got a
pen and who is responsible for that?”
Come on, Ladies and Gentlemen, this is only my right arm,
and it never causes me bad problems.
© 1992 Daniel X. O'Neil
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