So, there are the nights when I wake up at 3am and I'm just
a leg. I am my leg, but just the leg, and nothing else.
"But what does that even mean? Just a leg? Is there a thigh?
A knee? A lower leg? Any hips?"
"Why is it always so dark with you?"
I'm a leg. I don't come with eyes.
"Well, one time, I--"
Yeah, no. I don't want to hear that, said the other.
Nobody spoke for at least nine million years.
Then someone asked: How is it coming along?
"Still researching inverse kinematics, why don't you
sit down and relax a little, Anxious? Make use of that fine pulmonary system you have flowing there."
It's just. Just you'll never know
that I am only a pair of lungs. Floating in mid-air.
Also, nobody knew that inside human legs,
there is a very secret and very long middle finger.