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
birthed in your corner

I would have handed you
every hour
I hoarded for the future
I would have worked for you tirelessly
without a thought

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

those 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