A finger can be something beautiful, something that strokes
piano keys and bandages children’s wounds,
something that contains the entire emotion of a single human being
in its joints. Or it can be a device for turning the body
inside out, like a rag doll that is split open with a seam ripper
to remove the surplus stuffing.
If math has anything to do with this, I could multiply
23 by 7 five times and still not get any close
to the number of times I have ripped ripped myself apart,
like Moses parting the Red Sea.
Feb 22, 2013
Feb 22, 2013 at 1:38 PM UTC
A finger can be something beautiful, something that strokes
piano keys and bandages children’s wounds,
something that contains the entire emotion of a single human being
in its joints. Or it can be a device for turning the body
inside out, like a rag doll that is split open with a seam ripper
to remove the surplus stuffing.
If math has anything to do with this, I could multiply
23 by 7 five times and still not get any close
to the number of times I have ripped ripped myself apart,
like Moses parting the Red Sea.