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By Star of David Date: 2020 Apr 17 Comment on this Work [[2020.04.17.05.18.30908]] |
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yesterday 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, unthinking I, 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. |