his hands above
have sheltered and
shaded reflected the
sun encompassed
the moon whole
his hands around
me been bread fed
me kept me
alive simple
warm whole
his hands inside
me playing piano
with broken chords he
turned up turned
me out whole
and his hands cupped
have caught me as
i fell drop by glisten
fingers coaxing my
arrival whole
Suheir Hammad
Photo by Nayef Hashlamoun
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