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told me so often, in fact, that one day I started to believe them
until I asked my photographer father, “hey daddy could I be a hand model”
to which he said no way,
and I would’ve been upset, but there were far too many stuffed animals to hold, too many homework assignment to write, to many boys to wave at, to many years to grow.
even if fists alone are only hands.
What is your favorite line. I like how she addresses politics, says hands are about love and then goes back. What spiritual references do you see in this poem?