after she lost
her hand
she would reach
right-handed for pen
or fork or door knob
only to be frustrated
by her forgetful
reality
as days passed
and more of her
was lost
more of the world
she knew
her way of being
was lost too
she began to wonder
what would be left
to her
what would be left
of her
what can she really call
her own
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