Growing up lefthanded.
you always feel wrong
the bad penmanship
a signed confession
Going to Miss Slaughter
for extra practice
she signed and said
"You never learned to print
why should you practice script?
I tried to teach your mother
she was lefthanded too"
Or the doctor dipping
gauze into plaster
"Aren't you lucky
it's just the left arm
a nasty break like this?
And the years of botchery
with scissors and canopeners
meant for Righty
and the guitar manuals
you have to read backward
there are skills in life
you'll never master
rules in life
you never understand
until you get it all wrong
"Hey, you can't do it that way"
from the eternal shop teacher
There's your mother's saying
"If you're not careful
one of these mornings
you'll wake up dead"
a lefthanded maxim
if you've ever heard one--