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here are my hands reminding you of someone else’s hands

ive been listening to Mothers too much for my own good lately

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crowded!

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church hands

some wacky pals

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stretch guys (guys who can stretch)

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long-running theories

i. Once the froghand kids come, they are here to stay.

ii. All trains leave you on purpose (yes, they are capable of bitterness).

iii. When humans travel in packs, it’s called an odyssey.

iv. Carpets are entirely made of dry skin.

v. We all fear the freckle thieves.

vi. There are crawlspaces that will take our honeymoon selves straight to the sea (they’re called sewers, love).

vii. God is just a pair of hands.

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This peekhole is big enough for the both of us. This brotherhood is no boys allowed. This divorce is a block party on the fourth of July.

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What color was the front door of your first house? The ATM asks. Always less yellow than you remember, you answer too honestly. You have more to say to the backside of the bank. The last time you visited you were alone. The house was alone. There was only you, across the street, pressed against the passenger window of your used station wagon. The house was more of a cream color, and it was coming apart. But someone still mows the lawn, leaving the back-and-forth stretch marks in the grass like the ones you saw in your mother’s mirror on your mother’s hips. The ATM insists you take the money. It flicks out another bill, but this is unconvincing. You stand there until the machine names you as the fraud you truly are. The door is not yellow. Is not. Is not. Is white, is white as noise.

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