Left Right Left
the closing of nearly everything
the scissor's confounding edges
the nun's forced hand
the party leaning I can't stand
when things are correct
the turns that get you there
the moves, the stuff, the ideas
all the flaws of my own genes
this foot what wants turning in
this hand what won't grip
this eye blocked from the world
the dull pain in my side
everything wrong and bad
with me and the world is right
not left, right, not left
in itself, of itself, in and of itself
meaning I want to be right
and left to my own devices
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