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Her Hands Today

As she awoke one hand rubbed her eyes awake
Whilst the other stroked feline bellies
Then they dished out the food and poured the caffeine-
Both rubbed the bubbles to burst on her skin
Then towelled her to her clothes
Rubbing all the necessary unctions
Into just the needed junctions.

Then they teetered her to her work
Where they became dusty from books and
Stained with ink and within a blink a finger was stapled
Obscenely deeply.
Blood on her hands she cried!

Later at home wearing the elastoplast
She handed herself a large wine
Intertwined her digits and
Tried to steer her thoughts away
From fingering the truth and the uncouthness
Of the world that seems to hold sway.

As she enters her bed too late
She clasps her hand to pray
As she juggles with her castanets.

Poetry by jenks