You’re looking at your hands
They’ve always been small
Your hands have always been small
And delicate
You’ve always sort of liked that.
You always felt special when someone pointed out
Your small hands.
When someone put their hand up
To compare their bulk size
To your mini fingers
Especially with red nail polish
You felt touched and taken care of
A little more. So small
They tell you how dainty your hands are
Your broken fingers
Delicate, dainty, deleterious.
But we grew out
People stopped caring about your hands
You need to stop looking down at them
Right now. You grew and you didn’t ask to.
You never wanted to be any bigger
You never asked for breath or your hands
Or even the color red.
Size your options up,
Ask your shrink about it
Take it day by day, they said.
Take what you need
Take what you need
Take you and me, for instance.