Thursday, March 10, 2011

hands.

everything is hands.
holding, falling, waking up, cleaning, comforting, loving, greeting, composing, talking, crying, frustration: hands.

This post at 7:56, by my hands. you got to this page, through your hands. I slapped you yesterday, with my hands. I'll love you tomorrow, with my hands.

They fit around a pencil; wipe eraser stubs off of my notebook. They tie my laces; put up my hair. Pet the dog.

A hug is hands and arms and bodies united. A high five is palms and fingers smarting. A promise is two pinkies intertwined for an instant.

my hands, my mediators.

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