"Left-handed Lament"
I didn't mind that the desks at school
weren't set up for left-handers.
Or that I could never sit between people
at a restaurant without feeling like
an awkward hockey goalie.
No, it was the very language of Left-Handed Ness
that began to trouble me . . .
I no longer wanted to be:
|
left behind |
|
left out |
(eating) |
left-overs |
(or having) |
Left-Handed Wisdom |
(or God forbid, have a) |
Left-Handed Marriage |
(or knowing there was nothing) |
Left To Do! |
Yes, even my politics were under suspicion:
(I live on the radical) |
Left Coast |
(I seem to be surrounded by) |
Leftist Social Justice Warriors |
(and I've supported) |
Leftist Guerrillas |
(while condemning) |
Right-Wing Paramilitants |
No, in my Heart-Of-Hearts, I wanted to be:
|
Right-Minded |
|
Right-Sized |
(have a) |
Right Livelihood |
(be on the) |
Right Hand of God |
(be) |
Righteous |
(make everything) |
All Right |
(and raise my fist & shout) |
Right On! |
When did this Left-Handed phobia begin?
The Anglo-Saxons thought that the very word LEFT
was "weak" or "broken”,
while in earlier Latin "left" meant "
sinister”.
Why couldn't humans simply be like the
pelican, platypus, or puma
and be equally left and right-pawed?
Maybe left-handedness is God's way of keeping
A Chosen Few ready to save the world
when Armageddon comes . . .
I think it's time for me to come clean —
I mean,
in a "biblical" kind of way.
For I am neither left nor right-handed,
but BOTH,
which puts me in a
very awkward position.
Because if I don't identify with either team,
does this mean I'll always be doomed to
Eternal Indecisiveness?
Lateral Immobility?
Moral Ambiguity?
Delayed Spiritual Ascension?
When I’m done sorting all of this out,
I think I'll move to England.
At least they know what side of the street to drive on . . .
March 2022
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Michael Smolens