FREE Hand.A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier
FREE Hand He was panting as he pointed to the words on the page, looking me desperately in the eyes. “but how does that apply to me?” I whispered. His face flushed as my bracelets rattled, I tried to straighten the crucifix resting on my chest. I noticed the white of his collar, was a little less impressive in the bright church lights. And I could hear the scratching of his morning stubble, scraping angrily against it. His hands shaking with the assumption of righteousness, his fingers were now purple, pressed hard into the accepted definitions of that great book. And all I could muster, was a concerned smile. As he pointed me to the door. With his FREE hand. © 2010 Abigale LeCavalier |
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