There was a Scots soldier, Bill Millin
The sound of his bagpipes was thrillin'
The Germans thought how sad-
The poor man's quite mad-
We'll not waste a bullet on him then

Bill Millin

"we never touch people so lightly that we do not leave a trace" (peggy tabor millin). 

watching daytime tv, oprah yelling at audience members for going through the express checkout with fifteen items, 
your hand rested my thigh, keeping it, keeping me, warm. 

you lifted your hand. 
tiny lines left in my skin. pressed from your palm. 

mirror image palmistry.