Ode to my hands

after Nadine Klassen & Chimen Kouri

You look empty, when you are not.

You look soft, when you have held calloused things;

most notably my heart, 

after digging furiously past rib and flesh.

You are heavy, turning lilac beneath the lupine moon;

revealing blueprint lines, hurried next times

and a future of wet rose petals filling my stomach. 

You clutch rabidly at every limb;

peel back paper as if it were skin.

You sob in rivers, the green veins throbbing

within every leaf.

You speak life in signs, worship trees

and bring yourself, trembling, to my knees.

You are soft; clench once, twice, again.

You look empty, when you are not.


Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2021

My poetry collections:

Flowers on the Wall UK

Flowers on the Wall US

Between the Trees UK

Between the Trees US

https://linktr.ee/KristianaReed

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