Lift my hair off

Lift my hair off

my neck,

and follow my spine

like a dotted line. 

Tell me something

that I will pretend

you have never told

anyone else.

Lie to me and

next to me. 


My dad’s hands

My dad’s hands were

born for hardwork.


nails as thick as cardboard

with huge half moons

tucked in at the bottom.

I look at my hands that

are so different from his

and wonder what they

were born to do.