my favorite part of the body

is the hands

they can dance
with whoever they want
and come back to a fist
spread thin
in different directions
tinkering
when I need them to

my favorite finger
the index
waves across
the top and bottom
of me
looking for the right point
if there is a point
and if the point
is found
it reminds me
what's righty
from what's left me

it will take my hands
two thousand years
to learn how to disappear
so I better start
the car now

they've been wondering
why I won't put my hair down

when I hear words
from my own mouth
that I never want to say
the last thing I will do
is ask forgiveness
for what other hands
made me say

in spelling class
I learned what words
to write and scream
and this is when
I learned to love
my own crazy
and in-betweens

my favorite part of the brain
is the nevermind
my motor skills
that can't kill a fly
my favorite pain
the goodbye

my hands grip flames
at twilight
I suck my thumb
when the bee stings
I bite the nail
that scratched
your back one time

why do my hands
need other hands
if I already have
two sides
and if you want to
lend me more
are you prepared
for what they do at night