hands

without them, I'd be nothing
my whole world trapped between
my brain and skull
and there is no
escape

without them, I'd be no one
no drawings of expressive eyes
no poetic lies
or music
or truth

without them, I'd be now
because they tell the
story of the past
and they hold
the future

without them, I'd be me
my story, love, and answers,
but no one else
would ever
know