By Star of David
Date: 2020 Apr 17
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submerged - III

I was paralysed by grief again
I found myself holding on
to the edge of the sink
staggering, shaken,
when I came to

a while later,
peeling potatoes,
I found myself with my hands
submerged in the hot water
I had slipped them in,
then held them there,

who have always been
so careful with my hands,
praying for them separately
thankful for the magic they hold
the magic with which they:
          put food on my table
          separate me from the rest
          keep me holding my head high

now I don't even flinch
when they are burning

I don't even know.