thalidomide

something’s wrong

something’s missing

rembrandt’s arm remnants remain reasonably raw

jeronimo jumps on one leg

lennon lies dis-limbed

ringo’s missing the ring-finger

unknown stretches stretch to catch me

be my aid

my arm extension

since my soul’s already there

queing at sear’s

getting in touch with my inner self

converting black market basements

into a white wide consumer

‘cause somebody spiked my soda with something

I felt it inside my womb while growing still

and I gave birth

to a wrong idea

an abomination

doomed to ask for help to fetch the coat

I have both arms

but I cannot fly

I have both legs

but I cannot walk on water