HandsA Poem by Rowe BoatThoughts, I suppose.I have always been pleased by skin I like the way it wraps fingers and toes Something to notice- I was insecure about how mine would go all blotchy on cold mornings- In the fifth grade The skin growing over the bones of my fingers and wrist Purple, blue- Like something curdled© 2013 Rowe BoatFeatured Review
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