without the hands

all I ever want
is to hold our time
like hands cupping warm water.
without ticks or counts
or noiseless
breath between.

but always the water passes
through the gaps
so we drink it
and pray the body
will hold it long enough to be unforgettable.

Published by Alex J.J

Korean American born in Middletown, NY in 1998. Graduated from the University of Chicago in 2021 with a B.A. in Anthropology and a B.A. in Economics.

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