the Nixionary

It’s late and I’m wide awake on account of leaving the world for a number of hours today. Some things of note happen today during my surgical procedure:
1. The anaesthesiologist (whom I distrust/fear/scrutinize more than anyone because of the timely release of that movie Awake) says, “Here, will you just hold these […]

Weird. And what are you?
Folding everything important
except liquid, drenched
with inopportune sweat,
ten digits
like a phone number,
seizing like talons
though we don’t
necessarily find
our own food
or anything really
to hold onto.
My grandma
used mine to
clasp her bra
behind her shingled back,
asked if I could
tie her shoes
when her knuckles
turned to knobs.
These pointed things
on our twisty wrists
are performances
of young and love
and young love.
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