On Looking at my Arms


Wrist: A tremulous map of veins
on which to imprint my anger; a
catching-place for mothers to
seize and yank; a slender hook
on which to hang bangles; an area
one looks to discern the hour;
a river of platelets and plasma.

Hand: The master of grasping and
twisting; page-turner; an artist of
all mediums; bearer of startling
pleasure and stinging pain; a tool
for greeting acquaintances; a
hiding place for precious stones
and feathers; something to hold.


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