I think the worst part is
the sheer offhandedness of it —
in the sense of it happening suddenly, not in response
to something obvious like disaster or stormclouds, but as an accessory
to good times, a just-acquired bauble weighing you down, as if
no good time was good unless chained to sorrow. Then again,
I think the worst part of it is
the sheer offhandedness of it —
in the sense of emotional dislocation, much like being compelled to use an off-hand
in place of the accustomed one – reaching for the doorknob left-
handed and not right, brushing teeth backward, and melody and harmony
changed about so nothing sounds as it should. Of course,
I think the worst part of it is
the sheer offhandedness of it –
in the sense of severed hands. Banging red stumps
cruelly against the door, unable to fasten a bracelet,
brandishing the remnants of utility as if the memory of it alone
was enough to hold something.
Off hand, I would say the worst part of it is
the way your grip slips, regardless of the hold you use.
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