Eric Anderson You Don't Love Your Hands as You Did as a Child

Sometimes it's good to be
in the grip of fixed things

contemporary
accuracy

not falling, the hands are my hands
like not falling from a crabapple tree

Lesion in the left lobe
the appeal

of accident as subtext
to accident, then to let go

with no others in light
and trying to aim everywhere.


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