I'll stick a feather in my hat, but I'll be damned if I call it macoroni...
dear eternal milkshake,
my hands have been overdried by the winter and the bad water here in albany but, in the peeling there is a shape, just below the thumb of my right hand (which is actually the larger of the two). it is a perfectly shaped heart. when i curl my thumb down it covers it and protects it from infection, disease, injury, and being lost to others. but when i stretch my hands and fingers open it is displayed and exposed. it is open and available to anyone who cares to touch it, it is able to hear and feel the music that pours from the hole of my guitar as the fingers manipulate the strings, it is dirtied with the black residue of my charcoal as it guides my hands over my sketchbook, and it breathes precious air into itself as my hands assist my mind and soul in writing this now...i think i prefer it open...
love,
Pan...
my hands have been overdried by the winter and the bad water here in albany but, in the peeling there is a shape, just below the thumb of my right hand (which is actually the larger of the two). it is a perfectly shaped heart. when i curl my thumb down it covers it and protects it from infection, disease, injury, and being lost to others. but when i stretch my hands and fingers open it is displayed and exposed. it is open and available to anyone who cares to touch it, it is able to hear and feel the music that pours from the hole of my guitar as the fingers manipulate the strings, it is dirtied with the black residue of my charcoal as it guides my hands over my sketchbook, and it breathes precious air into itself as my hands assist my mind and soul in writing this now...i think i prefer it open...
love,
Pan...