striving for the dream of perfection

i like to dream
that my arms are attached
with velcro

I could take them off
and reach you when you're just beyond my fingertips

or tie a rope to my left thumb
then throw my arm like a spear
with my right arm
upupupupup
to the very tippity toppity top
of an oak tree

then pull me up
with arghs
blarghs
and laughter
as I think of some dude named
Johnny Fathom dressed up as a pirate

when the top of the tree snaps
and I fall dozens of feet
shattering my spine

and my legs

don't worry
my arms are fine