Tag: physicality
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Watching Hands
They speak without sound: the small grammar of fingers,nouns folded into palms, verbs scored along knuckles.A thumb hesitates like a question; a wrist flick is punctuation.Hands remember how to mend; they know the route to a bandage. I watch the map of someone’s day traced in flour and ink and keys,the quiet economy of a…
Weather In My Ribs 