|Jewel–My hands are small, I know, but they’re not yours, they are my own.|
I wish I could say this hand and the matching one unpictured are deadly weapons. They’re not. I wish I could say through them always flows magnificent verse. It doesn’t. But on occasion I’ve been known to move past the compulsions for LOLs and WTFs and compose glorious glorious prose and glamorous poetry. I try. Now stop staring longingly at this hand and go read a book, preferably one of mine.
Ani Difranco–And both hands, now use both hands. Oh, don’t close your eyes.