a hand is just a word one thinks

but i was just a coat
(with an extra sleeve?)
now i'm confuse'd . . . 
am *i* the girlfriend or the wheel?

some pirate took my metaphor
like a ball and run 
peg-legged home with it
now i'm confused . . .
who plays this amputee?

who is calling this dance?
is it called insistently?
whose arm is in the way?
do i acquiesce too easily?

as a coat i fear
to wear thin like patience
to become that other shoe
that danced on toes
that took too many 
arms and legs
and begs you not to stop.

will you shoot me like a lame mule,
a useless old ass?

am i ready to drop?