A Letter from the Other Hand

I am so tired of, "Here, hold this."
How many times have I been
sliced with sudden knives,
smashed by crashing hammers?
I carry every scar
yet
you've never let me shake a hand
or drive a nail
and I won't even mention
the women I have not caressed.
You just don't trust me
To do it right.

See, even the language is on your side.


K.A.WOOD
2004