It’s hard to be a lefty

in a right-hander’s world.

To be singled out at a meal

because my elbow bumps yours, and

I drink from my glass wrong.

Left-handed people know how I feel.

Gloves do not fit right,

the desks are all wrong,

I need a specific guitar

and I smudge up my writing all day long.

It’s not just a phase, either.

It’s something I have to deal with,

so I will just come out and say it–

I’m a writer and

a left-handed world is a myth.