As Yet Untitled (Life)

My hands are the center of my life. They go numb regularly. A screeching buzz which crawls slowly across the back following the veins into my fingers; someday this urgent numbness will enter the digits and push push push. But for now I wake at times confused at the pain seeing stars as I grope for feeling in my forearms, my wrists, that thumb with its hint of fire.

My eyes deceive. At moments I see two of you. Sometimes you are but a splash of color in a sea of fuzz while at others the tears gather. Always when I most need to see like when I'm driving or looking into your eyes.

My ears a adrift with crickets, the sounds of the night, and a rushing white noise. When you talk I might not hear you over the din of the city, this room, or my ears.

But my voice, my voice remains strong and long after my ears, my eyes, & my hands have failed me my voice will be raised and you, you will hear me.

Posted by filchyboy at October 13, 2003 11:30 AM | TrackBack