Tell me again about the girl whose hands<br />have no color. Whose hands are completely<br />white. This time make them damned, or<br />untouched, or have her open a red umbrella<br /><br />or point at some maple leaves and damned<br />near cry. Those hands. As freakish goes,<br />I wish I had a tail. Maybe then you’d know<br />how much I like you. It shakes me through,<br /><br />damn through. It shakes me. When she carries<br />a peacock feather. When she touches her neck<br />or thighs. You’re a person. It’s not so bad.<br />You have hands. You are a person with hands<br /><br />to hold things. Things you like. Tremendous<br />things. Tell me what you will hold today. I<br />know there is room for everything. There is no<br />need to be ceremonious. Tell what gets let go.