Amaze
I know Not these my hands And yet I think there was A woman like me once had hands Like these.
Adelaide Crapsey
I know Not these my hands And yet I think there was A woman like me once had hands Like these.
Looking down, the speaker feels a quiet shock: her hands seem unknown, as if they’ve never really been hers. That uncanny moment of self-estrangement doesn’t frighten her, though. Instead, it leads to a soft, wondering thought — maybe another woman, long ago, had hands exactly like these.
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