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rough hands softly unpick

knots from my brain

raw wound beneath

rough hands, touch soft

grey matter dashed

across pavement with

my mother's hands

at the wheel

rough hands, bent by care

lift my body

from the road

my mother from

the wheel, rough hands

softly pressing

keys to my hand,

i am returned again


Author: Rabbit

I'm Rabbit, a queer androgyne born and raised in Southern Appalachia, now far travelled. I've been a Lokean for ten years and I am a godspouse-to-be. Mainly free verse, a little prose. Other devotionals and odds and ends can be found on my tumblr.


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