Old Lefty

sometimes i want to write but my hand cramps up so i switch hands now my right hand does not like my left because he does not know how to use chopsticks properly. old lefty does not seem able to be articulate at first either. being referred to as the cleft left. a place where q's look like r's c's look like a's and a's still look like a's infact the intire alphabet turns and renders itself to lefty in some form of ancient sanskrit known as illegible scribble. where strange birds float down on silt through the pens black ink nile cursing in aramaic and chain smoking domestic cigarettes rolled in the papyrus of holy books along the reeds of fingers they pass like a mosaic law held together by the thumb. until one rises along the interstate to show itself to a man in a landrover following way to close. old lefty you beautifully misunderstood dyslexic genius, how could i have only used you for holding the coffee mug all these years.