I started seeing them everywhere:
people missing body parts.
"I don't like what she's done with her..."
a friend remarked,
waving a gesture of irritation
towards the right side of her face -
"Eye?" I completed.
"Yes, the..."
"The gap? The stitches through the lid?"
"Yes, it's too... it's too busy."
Later that day, my mother modelled a new dress -
a little twirl for me - and I pointed out
that her right sleeve
was empty.
"Oh that..." she said,
leaning toward the mirror
to inspect her makeup.
Then on the streets, more people -
people with no hands, no teeth
people with holes through their chests,
right where their hearts should be.
One fellow had even lost his head.
"What do you think..."
my friend began again.
"I don't know," I said.
"But what I wouldn't give to find out."
people missing body parts.
"I don't like what she's done with her..."
a friend remarked,
waving a gesture of irritation
towards the right side of her face -
"Eye?" I completed.
"Yes, the..."
"The gap? The stitches through the lid?"
"Yes, it's too... it's too busy."
Later that day, my mother modelled a new dress -
a little twirl for me - and I pointed out
that her right sleeve
was empty.
"Oh that..." she said,
leaning toward the mirror
to inspect her makeup.
Then on the streets, more people -
people with no hands, no teeth
people with holes through their chests,
right where their hearts should be.
One fellow had even lost his head.
"What do you think..."
my friend began again.
"I don't know," I said.
"But what I wouldn't give to find out."