Thursday, May 05, 2005
These hands
I'm looking at my hands.
This is something I do from time to time.
Right now, they are stained from soil. They smell good to me, like *green*, yet look unappeasing to others. Stabbed and bleeding cuticles from clearing the earth of weeds and last year's cover. Dirt under the nails. I'm unsure whether I should touch my bread with them.
I love my hands.
Who dat snappin' back? |
This is something I do from time to time.
Right now, they are stained from soil. They smell good to me, like *green*, yet look unappeasing to others. Stabbed and bleeding cuticles from clearing the earth of weeds and last year's cover. Dirt under the nails. I'm unsure whether I should touch my bread with them.
I love my hands.
