Small Hands

Soundtrack: The National – Boxer (Album)

I look at these small hands
brilliant hands
hands I thought were big until I
compared –
put them up against the big black sky
forgetting why
I was here.
These small hands
write their way off the page
bleeding rage
sometimes flowers.
Let’s find common ground
inside this black inkwell
with our small hands
holding fast
forgetting why..

M.

Inclined

Inclined*

Practice being normal –

I make no sound.

Lying in silence,

the world is not real, really.

Listen for a whisper.

Drip;

tick-tock;

drip.

Practice being extraordinary,

I make all the sounds.

Bells and whistles.

Chapstick and flats.

Lipstick and heels.

Baby, we are still young.

We look like ourselves,

just like everyone else.

In danger of being on fire.

We melt inside our clothes.

Practice being normal;

in numbness,

surreal.

 

M.