is it the conquered left-handedness Poem by Astrid Lampe

is it the conquered left-handedness
is it the enforced right-handedness
is it wholesome

rough little guy with your first dinner jacket
I feel that I can fight

the round bowls
Snow White's shirt and
umpteen ways to get your own way
climb these slopes, trembling from sweet thickened rice
from good advice

from shivering in bed doing laundry loads
the little puddles in a footstep
compass of the companions
from frayed rope
sobbing

from liana to liana yeah