2019 Fall Contest Winner: Traditional Form—Blank Verse, 3rd Place
Elegy for Hands by Susan Morse My hands are like a tree. Cut them open Expose the rings. Take notice, I tell you! Cupped upon my fingers, ten moons, each one unique with its own spots, mapped with imprints of this world, whole histories carved within. My left hand the sluggard, unlearned—the right, ambitious, pimp
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