i don’t know what to do with my hands

i don't know what to do with my hands

when they’re not holding u

so i walk to u,

but one mile becomes six days

& i never even left my bed

so i drive to u,

but the ice ate my car

& i forgot how to drive

so i fly to u,

but there’s no airport between us

& i’m afraid of heights

i want to send u my hands in the mail

because they’re useless to me without u

i don’t know what to do with my hands

when they’re not holding u

so i cut them off

#Poetry #20192020

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