I discovered my hand yesterday.
Beautiful, its potential.
So I scribbled
and picked at it
until it was a graffitied stump
that followed me all morning.
A stray dog with a jackal's smile -
The kind that makes you peek.
I don't have any food for it
and by the time
I bought some rings to make
it look appealing,
the hand had already started
to dissolve into a haze
and I wished that
I had my stump back.