i carry wet hands around

with me when i’m in the

kitchen

.

smeared on knobs,

dripping from drawers

.

need to stir the pasta

.

sometimes they graze

my skin

abruptly

. 

*jolt at the chill*

.

they used to graze my cheeks

.

the towel sucks, anyways

.

whatever, it’s quite the heirloom

.

the wide open windows

grace us with the breeze…

(4/23/24)