Relocating the Splint
Johanna M. Geiger
Two plus years soldered together
dreaming of halves making a whole
so many things I am unwilling to give up
Though, how beautifully I have shed the tightly wound exterior
A seeming trade of sanity
One plus a negative subtracting –
it’s not missing, merely a miscalculated change
this morphing pleasure, this rattle in my bones
less urgent, less inclined to violent rage, but more vulnerable to insult.
My flaws are placed publically –
every ounce of dropped reasoning,
every mispositioned step. This brain is running from me,
these hands no longer know which path to hold.
