Is it shallow of me to fixate on his seam?
The vein of his arm is a long seam,
an arm seam, deep or shallow reservoir?
It bursts out for attention.
When he motions it up and down,
it looks like it’s genuflecting.
Are all his blood liter units connecting,
traveling down their assigned motorway,
or does some of it stay
in that popular lane in the interim?
Is it a greedy vein, a forearm glutton?
And when he clutches the violin,
did you notice, just then, that it pops?
Hey, look at me, not shallow, but deep.
I am the pride of the arm appendage.
I keep it sharp. I hold it together
like dotted networks on jeans.
I am the seam.