I've been practicing writing with my left hand:
my words appeared timid and unrestrained.
I spent the whole day avoiding my right one:
the warm weight on the shoulder still lay
and streamed through the arm into the inky canal.
I've been writing with my left hand
to avoid the weight streaming down to the paper
since this morning, when I woke up alone and found
the weight on the shoulder as well as on somewhere deeper.
My words from my left hand,
they appeared so timid and unrestrained.