15 and random

A hypothesis

I turn, over and again,
to my poverty stricken right hand.
Can dry hands plant things like
an autobiography written so haggardly
it reflects the nature of a person’s life?
Block letters might suffice
for a hand that grips a pen so awkwardly,
“I do not seek to be popular
I wish to amount to a lot of things”
was written in the hands of an older man
who was found dead in the street
I pretend he was right handed,
I apply this lie to my left hands
till a curtain blurs my thought process
and I become my obstacle.

LARDO