Jimmy Burns
DUEL
Left side
nothing.
professor from university
chides poet for right hand
justification.
arm hangs limply
from shoulder
typing
good hand only
quicker than he was
fewer mistakes
than before horizon event
therapist
bitches at poet
for left neglect.
live as normal life as possible;
days consumed by writing,
freewheeling metaphors
leap to paper.
Left side
fails to accept
long distance
phone calls
from brain.
dependency...
on right initiative
left side
nothing
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WAITING FOR MY ELECTRIC WHEELCHAIR TO BE REPAIRED
Bureaucracy
confirmation of handicapping condition,
verification from doctor
of long standing paralysis,
approval from insurance carrier
less deductible.
Call customer service
to coax status of repair.
Dial into answering system,
placed on hold,
"You are customer 23"
"You are customer 16"
"You are customer 7"
"You are next in line,
a representative
will be with you soon."
Surly man snorts
"what I can I do for you?"
He demonstrates
his lack of sympathy
for citizens with disabilities.
"All I want to know
the status of my chair?"
"Scheduling says the earliest
we can come out there
is nineteen days."
Weary of the runaround
inquirer hangs up.
He clutches his canvass wheelchair
grappling with the concept
of necessity for self-locomotion.
Jimmy Burns writes his poetry with his right arm from his wheelchair at his rural
home at the edge the urban chaos of Houston. Burns survived a stroke at age 49 in 2005 and retired
from teaching English. Burns had published many poems before stroke and more
afterwards. Recent poetry in Backstreet, Clark Street Review, Edgz, Left
Behind, Nomad's Choir, Pegasus. Saturday Diner, Sol, Wordgathering and Writer's
Block .
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