I have a scrape
on my knuckle
of my right pinky finger. Two scars on my right index finger and a scar
on the body of my hand just below my right index finger
. I only mention this because its on the part of the hand that you can't see.
I photocopied my hand at work, and then I wrote a letter on the palm. A sonnet
of sorts about the smell of the hospital
, which I cut through to get to work
from my last class of the day.
It never bothered me before today.
By the entrance to the hospital they were having a print sale. Mothers and nurses
looking through the prints in the bins. I nearly cried. How crazy
. I just pictured that somewhere in the hospital those mothers had children who were sick and sleeping
. They were looking for a picture of a teddy bear
or a sunset
or anything to hang in the room that would make their child smile.
I trace around the photocopied
hand with pink highlighter. And then yellow marker
, which doesn't show up very well. Then blue. The words
, written in green ink stand out from the page.
I do this a lot. There are photocopies of my hand all over the place. But, I want to call this one art. I want to frame it and find that sick kid
in the hospital
. I want to hang it on his wall.