he casually touches my hand, asks question. continues with work.
while, I....
.....awkwardly don't move my hand.
i....
....glance at it, every so often . feeling strange...
and then i wonder,
my mind wanders,
every hand has an invisible network of henna
a written record
have you ever wondered how many people your hand has touched?
a high 5
a handshake
a tap on the back
an accidental awkward brush
many many thousands i would think.
how many people have i touched who are now dead?
who are criminals?
who are famous?
it gives me new reverence for my hand.
indeed
i marvel at its intricacy
-Pamplemousse
1 comment:
beautifully structured :)
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