This was actually a writing assignment in my high school Junior Compositions class. The prompt was to write a poem with your non-dominate hand.
It was transportive for me, in an uncomfortable I’m-in-a-class-full-of-students-and-I-hope-they-don’t-notice-that-I’m-having-a-sort-of-personal-and-intimate-moment-over-here sort of way.
Marita Chustak 