[)reams #1

[)reams#1

March19

 As dreams usually go this one is/was/already difficult to remember- to be reanimated from the scraps and fragments scavenged from the autopsy of the night old cadaver. Situational context unknown my right arm hung at lateral right. Unknown complications, movement was awkward, I found straightening at the bend of the olecranon impeded. I slid my left hand cautiously along the dorsal side of the foreign apparatus that was formally my working right appendage to discover in terror that my tricep had been "sculpted away".