Glass Hands

It’s a gray day to match my attitude

I’ve consumed too much caffeine

Lately I only drink coffee

Because it keeps my hands warm

Instead of waking me up

It makes me dizzy

 

My glass hands shake as my head spins

Faint chimes of finger on finger

I wonder if anyone notices my chapped lips

Picked apart with dirty fingernails until they bleed

Dulled from fidgeting and tumbling over each other

My hands are worn down like sea glass

 

I watch workers on a rooftop across the street

Grinding jackhammers and steel bolts into concrete

Their work’s pulse matches mine

I want to stand there with them

Clap my glass hands until they shatter

And leave behind warm palms

Human hands

 



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