Two poems by scott-patrick mitchell
a handling
palms in, outline each instance
of them existing with a chalk
traced inkling
. each death has
imprinted where it’s body was
left: the right hand man has a
longer chance of surviving this
dead knuckle dance
. in borderland
, thumbs become greater than the
sum of all that we can handle
. in order to
cope, at darkness grope until
you feel a tingling lingering
in what you fingers wrote
: do not believe them
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