by Gabriel Sage
People’s stories are hidden in their hands.
Behind calluses that all look the same
but that each have their own history;
memoirs that will never be told,
only touched
like brail written in our fingerprints
People’s stories are hidden in their hands.
Behind calluses that all look the same
but that each have their own history;
memoirs that will never be told,
only touched
like brail written in our fingerprints