Friday, March 5, 2010


Cold Hands with Nick Names

I lose things I grasp
my hands
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
I run
the scolding hot water
gently placing
my hands,
slowly rubbing
my hands,
that's the usual.

this time I'm waiting
for the water to boil as
it whispers through the faucet.

it tells me

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