Saturday, September 26, 2015

In my hands

I'm caught up in my head
filled with foolish fantasies
knowing that my hands
are full
of whimsical necessities
and tiresome nobodies
that's where I find solace-
kindness
confusion
hydration
color
and
wholeness...
in my hands-
lie secrets of
secret hand holdings
anxious squeezes
scratchy surfaces
cruelty
the blanket of another hand
and a quiet world-
All in my hands.

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