My Spotted Hands Click Out Words
My spotted hands remind me of a zebra’s fingers
Makes sense to no one except myself.
Instead of a piano, we play a keyboard.
Clicking and clacking.
One letter at a time comes clicking out.
N click, I click, G click, H click, T click.
Do I consciously think of the letters or do I think words?
My fingers take a word and click it out, without thinking.
It is automatic, like breathing.
Click. Click. Click. Click. Click.
Thank you spotted hands!
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