Travelogue
Paul Hostovsky
I think our hands inherit
all the little journeys
of our parents’ hands
around the world
of the body
excursions
to an ear
to the mouth and back
to the book
or the cup
or the lip of the table
sojourns
at the chin
the escarpment
of a cheek
or folded in a lap
the dovetailed fingers
the thumbs crossed or
twirling or
pressing up against each other
whorl to whorl
face to face
hemisphere to hemisphere
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