[In a room, upon presentation of my hand for introduction...]A Poem by Hoyle Brannacht
In a room, upon presentation of my hand for introduction, I found, looking down or up on, it to be absent and my strength unwholly offered. --as the wrist is a socket, and its eminence the method by which I should clutch my piece…sans said— For the hand, exceeding subjects all, had rushed forth and, hitting broadside the back wall, fell limpwhimpering. Embarrassed, I kept the remaining pocketed, and the stump beneath my chin. --so not to alarm the women— Though I fed the upright men. © 2008 Hoyle Brannacht |
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