fingers,
hands.

nail beds,
knuckles.

palms so sweaty,
i could replenish all seven seas.

thumbs,
the freckle on the inside of my left ring finger.

i wish,
they would stay together.

my fingers,
they always find back doors and wander off to new continents.

my palms,
continue to melt away with the salt water they leak.

my freckle,
left me for another.

and now all i have is wrist stumps,
and no way to reach the scratch on my back.