A bowl of thumbtacks spilled on my desk
scattering and rolling and shaking.
I had to pick them up.
I reached to the far right corner of my desk
settling around an upright tack
with thumb and index finger of my right hand
already thinking ahead to what my left hand could do.
As my right hand moved to the bowl
to deposit the thumbtack from the far right corner
my left hand reach for an overturned tack
rolling to an upright position.
My fingers flipped the tac to the middle of my palm.
Moving over the mouth of the bowl
my left hand hollowed and released
the tack to gravity. Plink.
I was more confident now.
I directed my hands two at a time.
I saw the two action going on
at the same time. I gave the a rhythm.
Like a heartbeat, which is involuntary.
A man with a soft cotton shirt came into the room.
My eyes followed him in and unbroken gaze.
H walked in an ellipse in front of my desk.
My eyes moved in ellipses
as my hands picked up thumtacks,
many more still to go.
The man began to talk. I comprehended,
I nodded. Like a heartbeat, which is involuntary.
I had to get up all the thumbtacks.
A small boy pulled at my shirt, pushing
between my rhythmic hands. The man kept talkin
and walking. I kept nodding and
comprehending and following him with my eyes
as my mechanical hands picked up the thumbtacks.
The small boy reach inside my shirt
and took my left nipple in his right hand and
twirled it. This was his nipple from birth.
My nipple twirled as I watched the man, eye-
to-eye for greater communication. I knew I
must pick up all the thumbtacks as I
nodded and comprehended,
like a heartbeat, which is involuntary,
before I could stop
the plant on my desk from moaning.
It was crying and withering
from thirst and
it was my
fault, my fault.