The Hands: A Poem

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Hands in a poem Poetry about hands? You got it. Photo source: Robynlou Kavanagh, CC BY 4.0, via Flickr

A poem about hands? Okay then, here we go!

The Hands

The hands tuck into my back pocket
Like a note from a childhood friend that has
Become worn and weathered.

Today, the hands hunger for more.
They scratch at my back and
Dig deep into the contents of my skull.

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