My hand will freeze on the hot water faucet

And I'll stare, and

I'll realize

I don't know it at all.

Nothing. Nothing is true,

If the back of my hand is new...

Maybe I spend too much time staring at

My palms


The backs of my hands just never seemed


Important, as they do now.

How do I still know my way around town?

My name?


Annie, Little Orphan Annie.

Never sounded so foreign, so

Unlike myself.

So... you know.

There's a scar on my knuckle,

And a mole on my wrist.

How did I never meet,

The back of my own hand?

The End

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