You can ask a thousand times, and always
Hear what you want, but your hands
Will always give you away.

They pull us through it all, recording
All the years, all the places,
All of the lives we touch.

Skin never forgets: harsh winters
And burning summers cannot erode
The impression made by the
Hands we hold and the words we write.

You can try to hide what is
Really there, or try to forget
Your unwelcome memories,
But your hands will always
Give away the truth.

11/06/2010

Posted on 01/18/2011
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