where or when

"It seems we stood and talked like this before
We looked at each other in the same way then
But I can't remember where or when. . ."



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Thursday, September 30, 2004
elegy for my hands

I chipped a nail in the afternoon
I hit my nail and two tiny white dots appeared
now lining up
diagonal with the chip

if I wore nail polish, I
wouldn't be able to tell.

I have a new freckle on my middle finger
I thought it was a crumb,
attempting to brush it off.

just what I need. . .
more freckles.

when I worked construction,
I took my gloves off a lot
because it's hard to hold a nail
with gloves on.
So now my hands get really dry
every now and then
they crack and redden with heat

I'll always have Minnesota winters
to thank for that.

I work with paper at work
filing, binding, writing on it.
I always have miniscule paper cuts
either new or slowly healing.

They can really get you down.

I miss my hands as they used to be
versatile in any weather
always smaller than others
only marked by the small red spot
birthmark? scar?
the one in the upper palm of my right hand

you can barely see it now.

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