The Line Held

And what if the saddest lines echo on?
Live, for example,
down the radius
Or up the femur?
Called up in a cellular back and forth,
like a conversation
over a long-ago phone line?
I have a feeling
the right side of my body
recalls you,
while the left side
pretends you never existed.
How is that for self betrayal?
I am standing like a stork,
first this leg,
then that leg.
I am letting the two halves of me
bleed together
and then,
like a miracle,
it's as if you never existed.