Hand Chop

If we met at a party
and you tried to shake my hand
only to find it missing
And upon asking me what happened
I was to say that when I was thirteen years old
I cut it off
And if you were to ask why I did that
and I said I didn’t know
I just did
I just wanted to
(destroy)
Would you believe that I’m a different person now
Would you see the hand I once had
and the reasons
Would you touch the air where my hand would be
Or would you see the interrupted limb
and let it interrupt your thoughts
and use it to back out of this
sphere around me?

I know what you would do.
I’d shimmer and you’d shine.