venus de milo

i was venus de milo but i wanted my arms back . there was a man who proffered advice on how best to proceed but i grew frustrated with his words and responded to him harshly. i looked at my dusty stumps and felt the stiffness of the fabric covering my legs and longed only to be free of my eternal position and wrap my pink, living fingers around a glass of fine, deep red wine. i wanted to walk and laugh and pull my golden locks down from the matronly crown that topped my head. i wanted to see the life beating beneath my skin. i wanted to laugh again. i wanted to be whole and alive.