Sunday, April 12, 2026

Day 10: Hands

Hard to remember much of anything
When you're calling me my sister's name.
Have to remind myself of the magical work
My organs are doing right, while yours forget

Am I doing this right? Planting
the tomatoes you love, putting my spine into it
Am I doing this right? Paying
my electric, remembering that it's Sunday
Am I doing this right? It's all I got

Slackened hands like I just woke up,
Like throwing a punch in a dream, too weak
To hold anything, to take on cirrhosis
Palm-up surrender, begging for something to stay

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