My Hands & His Hands

I'm trying to be more sensitive to myself, in recognizing that my skin is very busy being skin holding everything inside and my veins have to constantly think about being purple. I'm trying to be kinder when I push back my cuticles and pop my knuckles. They're just trying to be knuckles.



I also don't think my hands are attracted to his hands by any sort of accident. It's just that my hands and his hands are very, very good friends.



And I'm not in the business of denying friendship.