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Head In Hands
Head In Hands
when I bring my hands
to my face
the heels fit precisely
into the sockets of my eyes…
my thumbs circle my temples
but do not soothe or ease the pain…
each of my fingers press
against the bony ridge of forehead…
kneading, coaxing,
pleading for relief…
the insides of each hand
pinch against the aqualine
contours of my nose...
Sunday 1st May 2016 7:53 pm
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