Palimpsest - Ghostlimb

Now things are different between me and the world

It moves steadily faster

To avoid the detail you slip into speech where the memory seeps

Like the blood spilling out of a limb soaks the sleeves

Or the cheap slight of hand

We all play

The amputee wings the fight

But the war it begins when he wakes from the night

He knows that he’s lost what he needs

We know we lost what we need