pretty hands

there's a scar on my right middle finger,

it extends from the knuckle, disappearing before the phalanx ends.

there's another, slightly oblique on the dorsal side of my right wrist.

both of my hands are covered in small freckles,

points of interest.

i keep them clean, the nails cut or filed.

callouses are growing on them, slowly but surely. 

i refuse to let them absorb the dirt like my father's. 

you thought they were nice,

called them "pretty", 

called me pretty,

and kissed my wrists often. 

i wonder if you noticed the hairs growing out of the mole on my right.

maybe.

there's a blood vessel popped on my right index finger, too.

the skin around my nails is constantly picked, peeling.

i like them, too. my hands.

they're pretty.