There are gestures

in these hands

taken out of

context and left

out in the cold.

Paragraphs left

fractured and cutting

into the lines of

my palms to be read in

dimmed lamps light,

telling a future

that no one really

wants to hear. So,  I

took the steps two

at a time and found

the door locked, the next

few hours finding me

rearranging the words

and hoping to wipe the slate clean.