Hands
Hands held
so tight
you can feel
the fine
bones
the tendons
in the finger
The roll
of those rope
like tendrils
that wrap
from muscle
to bone
to circuitry
They
make it go
you can feel
the steady
thump
of blood
in there
Hands
the thing
that opens
gates
closes them
it is a
permission
organ
Feel that
nimbleness
the fragility
of the nails
against nails
the crack
of knuckles
So tight
that you can
feel them
breaking
can imagine
them floating
off their arms
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