Sleep Ridden Right Hand Poem by tyler eisner

When I sit in my house thinking of
You as I
Pick at my emotions trying to decipher
A hidden code from the time of the
Pawpaw
Or sometime long ago.
A hand lays on the page, asleep,
Prickly to the touch like a
Pear that’s gone past its ripe date
And now is home to fuzzes and smells, I try to ignore it by thinking of
You it works I smile, I touch my hand and feel a
Prickling like
A thousand needles, it feels
Raw like a fresh burn on a bears
Paw when he got too close to a flame that was set out by the campers.
Well I shake me arm to wake it up, and still stumped by the code I theorize as to what to do
Next with my life, though truly that’s kinda how this whole situation started. At least this
Time I feel confident with myself, though I best
Beware should I become too pompous and she denies me. Ohhh I
Don’t want that to happen, I would be sooooo sad. WHAT IF SHE
PickS SOMEONE ELSE. WHAT IF IM NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR HER. Oh I’m
A failure. She won’t like me. My life is ruined. AND MY HAND STILL HURTS. It still feels
Prickly! ! ! ! ! I shake my hand more frustrated as to why my frickin hand still feels like a moldy
Pear? Do you know how annoying it is to sit
With a hand that feels like it in a torture chamber, with all of
The little needles that poke into your
Paw?
When my hand falls asleep I feel like I need to ask
You to shake my silly just to wake my hand up. I might even have to ask you to
Pick up an object and hit my hand to get it to wake up. Wait I got so off topic. Wasn’t I talking
About how to decipher the code of emotions? OH MY GOD MY HAND FEELS LIKE A ROTEN
Pear! ! ! ! ! Why can’t the blood just return to my arm so I can actually
Try to focus on you and the maze of emotions that I can’t seem
To figure out. What in this house can I
Use to wake my hand up.
The only thing I have in my reach is a paper and a pencil. HOLLY MOLLY now it feels like a giant
Claw is stuck in my hand.
But ok I think it’s getting better and now back to thinking about
You. WHAT IF SHE DOSENT LIKE ME? You know what? I don’t care. I
Don’t
Need her. I don’t need anyone. I can live by myself. Go
To places by myself. I won’t have to worry about any needy girl
Useing my phone day in day out. Running my battery down because she needs to talk to me ALL
The TIME. Her voice constantly coming through my phone
Clawing at my ear drums. Wait. Hold on. She texted me. She said yes. But now we have to plan our first date. Where?
When? The questions I must answer.
You won’t tell her what I said earlier, right? I was in a crisis I had to
Pick and choose my priorities. I've gotten very off topic.
Ah let’s see? How to get back on topic? Oh yeah! My hand feels like an overdone
Pear that’s been sitting out on the counter for most
Of the summer, or maybe
The winter. I can’t remember when pear season is… so what?
Big deal. Ok now back to the
Pawpaw tribe.