#48 lion, be not afraid cried the tick-tock man

my arm once retained the shape of holding someone it wouldn’t go back even though i tried to bend it past its will out of shape out of sorts out of desperation when i woke up today i saw it was gone i couldn’t feel a thing and i wanted it to come back and though i tried it was too late and tears played and tears played all around my face put me up on poles to help me stand i‘ll scare birds away from the garden tied up with regrets and rubber bands my stuffing’s coming out who will fill me up again last night i dreamt i watched pumpkins swell and cabbages rise there was nothing i could do and crows realized my silhouette was a lie and they ate their fill long into the night bhagiti 6.6.07 perrysburg, oh