Open Hand
SHE BOUGHT ME
BUTTER AND BREAD,
WHAT A PHONE CALL CAN DO.
A TWENTY DOLLAR BILL KEEPS ME IN THE RACE.
WHAT HELPS ME SLEEP AT NIGHT WOULD MAKE AN ANGEL CRY,
A WOMAN WEEP.
I SLEEP WITH MY EYES OPEN
AND HAVE LEARNED THE LANGUAGE OF EMBARRASSMENT.
THESE ARE MY TRAVELS NOW........
I SO DETEST THE SITE OF MY OWN OPEN HAND,YET
I CAN NOT CLOSE IT.
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