I hold the softest part of you with both hands.
Will you hold this part of me with both hands?
He threw himself off the bridge today.
I hide my shame with both hands.
Standing in the rain, do you remember what you said?
Look them straight in the eye. Don’t cry. Use both hands.
the waves of grief seep deep and bitter into my skin
the grains of sand fall quick and slow through both hands
These are my fingers: crooked and bent in perpetual fists.
You were a one-armed man in a world made for both hands.