Saturday, August 29, 2015

the palm reader

he stops me and says, may I read you by your hands
I nod, too fragile to talk back

he doesn't not offer a map for the future but an explanation of the present, uses words like: passionate, respected and honest
then he looks down to where the lines meet and says: Loss creeps under your hand, in the form of distant obstinate cry-
bottled up, careful
but then miss you are intense, passion driven and those are mere consequences 

photograph is mine, Edinburgh 2015

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