This is my arm
, I hurt it when I jumped across a creek and fell.
You cannot jump across a creek, neither can I.
This is my shoulder, hurt while I tried to buy a train ticket.
I cannot buy a train ticket.
This is my shirt.
It got dirty as a shirt
gets dirty when
its wearer meets an incoherent, violent yearning.
Look at my eye,
it went missing as I was leaving the theatre.
I am not allowed to see.
This poem first appeared in The Idle Class 2014. It can also be found in Graveyard.