How useful could they be really
extremities that just hang from us
They run into things
They trip over things
They get us into trouble
Some grab things
Some drop things
Some run, toward the wrong things
They put things into other things
and make people say I love you
All of them flesh, soft, rubbery
All of them easily broken, hurt
I was thrown once, at high speed, like a top, into the wind
They pulled away from me as far as they could
like they were trying to save themselves
They covered my eyes
before you asked me to look at you
before you asked me to leave
They held my head
They packed my bags
They walked me out
They would not bring me food
They would not get me out of bed
They would not reach for help
Somehow, they got me up
Somehow, they got me home
Somehow, they led me back to you
They move the hair from your face again
They wrap themselves around you again
They hold yours when we walk again
Today they knelt and clasped themselves together
May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 8:15 PM UTC
How useful could they be really
extremities that just hang from us
They run into things
They trip over things
They get us into trouble
Some grab things
Some drop things
Some run, toward the wrong things
They put things into other things
and make people say I love you
All of them flesh, soft, rubbery
All of them easily broken, hurt
I was thrown once, at high speed, like a top, into the wind
They pulled away from me as far as they could
like they were trying to save themselves
They covered my eyes
before you asked me to look at you
before you asked me to leave
They held my head
They packed my bags
They walked me out
They would not bring me food
They would not get me out of bed
They would not reach for help
Somehow, they got me up
Somehow, they got me home
Somehow, they led me back to you
They move the hair from your face again
They wrap themselves around you again
They hold yours when we walk again
Today they knelt and clasped themselves together
They are as bad as they are good
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