Handed

To confuse push
and pull is to break

stride in the midst
of an internal debate. Just as I

still mix
up left and right. A sly

rub over the callous
on my writing hand

index finger confirms
this is

left, not right. If I stop
writing, I’ll be lost.

Syd’s Sam: A Cinquain

Years back
my mother owned
a car named Lucifer.
And you wonder why I refuse
to drive.