A piece of me
Updated: Feb 11, 2019
It feels as though you have my limb.
I wonder what you keep it in.
Does it ever come in handy
When you have an itch you cannot reach?
Do you use it to find buried treasure
Like a shovel on the beach?
Will I ever get it back?
And when I do, will it be branded
With a tattoo of barbed wire
That was a little heavy-handed?
Or will it come back soft and supple
After a day inside a spa
With shimmering glitter lotion
From a one hundred dollar jar?
Will it be so long without me
That it's returned wrinkled and grey
With spots of sun upon it
Like a blistery autumn day?
Whether it comes back sometime soon
Or it is truly severed,
Please take care of my limb
Because now it's yours forever.
