Living Left in a Right World
“I’m quite tired of beating myself up to write. I think I’ll start letting the words slip out like a tired child. “Can I have a piece of pie” he asks, and then he’s asleep back on the cusp of the moon.”
– Jim Harrison Songs of Unreason
Learning to write with this tainted hand,
this limb of the devil that chose me
I want to tilt my paper, but I’m told no,
that’s not the RIGHT way to be.
I curve my hand into a grotesque claw
contorting it in fear I’ll smear
the words with black lead
and forget about my lessons.
Instead I’ll have a piece of pie, and sing my made up song
“Come back to me baby, for I love you so,
Come back to me baby, to where you belong’
I’ll chase butterflies and let them play
with the flowers in my hair
and I am rich and famous.
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg