Canoe Paddles

Sometimes your hands get cold

and it makes me sad,

because it was your warm hands

I fell in love with first.

It was your hands I held onto

in that dark stage wing.

It was your hands that shielded

the loneliness that tried desperately

to submerge me.

-Canoe paddles,

my sister once said..

Your fingers are long,

your skin like leather,

soft, wrinkly, lovely.

-Freaky

my sister once said…

But who cares what my sister says.

I like your freaky canoe paddles.

But sometimes they get cold,

dipped into the freezing water.

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