Premeditation
The book in my hands
Slowly vanishing
Spring Sunset
Sometimes my extremities feel like they are vanishing
Have vanished
It’s never slowly, but in so fast a moment
That I didn’t even notice they were lopped off
The thing that occupied my extremities
A book, a steering wheel
Left to fend for themselves
Until I grow new appendages out of the nubs and continue as normal
You might think it would be painful
To lose and regrow limbs
But there are no ghostly pains or stings of exposed and writhing tissue
The numb gives way to tingling, then sensation, then experience
The book requires slight pressure to keep its cover splayed
It is new and has not been read enough to be passive
The steering wheel cool and smooth and also resists just a bit
My limbs have returned
The sunset makes reading and driving more difficult
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