Cold Hands with Nick Names
I lose things I grasp.
have bad circulation.
there's no blood flow keeping these damn things
some people call this butterfingers,
my friends call me butterfingers,
I've self diagnosed myself with butterfingers.
I think that's bad
and I don't even like the candy.
I end up running
to the sink
the scolding hot water
that's the usual.
this time I'm waiting
for the water to boil as
it whispers through the faucet.
it tells me