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Watching

Lisa Julie


I was always intrigued by everything you did with your hands

How reluctantly you removed them from your pockets like a boxer with bruised

knuckles

How you’d study your nails looking for bits of skin to bite off

How you’d tuck away your thumbs like a nervous child

I always wondered why you wore two pairs of latex gloves to pull out strands of

entangled hair from your own bathroom drain


Featured at the Red Wheelbarrow on 27 January 2022


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