Bruises, calluses and slivers live next to
Cuts, scrapes and blisters. My hands my
Only hands have become a gated
Community of environmental abuses
Heaped on my hands, my only hands.
Branches, cheap plywood and aged shovels
Release their frustration in sadistic practices
On my hands, my only hands. My naked hands,
My only hands sing for protection, sing for
Gloves. Sirens, my hands are sirens, calling for
Gloves, calling for help. I know who you are.
I know. I will not wear gloves.