what was left of me
grew arms
grew legs
I grew a heart in my right hand

I was full of holes
places that went dark
places resurrected in tonewoods
warmed in your corner

I could have handed you
every hour
I hoarded for our future
I would have worked for you
without a thought

then the lights came on—
fluorescent
merciless
and I laid there, exposed
a body on a cold table

new limbs withered
the sad heart retreats
back up the dead arm
sheltering itself
to live on life support
grateful
it doesn't think

But I’ll think
I hope our time
was all it could ever be
because the limbs will never
grow
again
sober