Looking at my hands, fingers,
wondering at all the things
that linger there. These hands
have touched so much,
held on and let go, and
now I know that they may hold
the end of those I love.
So I will pray, though not to God.
My hands will meet
just as they should,
in supplication to the greater
good, for hands together touch
each other and no other.
Touching me untouches you.
leaves you isolated, inviolate,
and safe. Keep it that way.
Don’t touch me now, don’t
ask for trouble. Keep your
hands to yourself.
I am untouchable.
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