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When You Read My Palm







When You Read My Palm






Please remember

when you read my palm

that its creases

are still fragile.



Though the skin may be

dry, cracked around the knuckles

from another cold, long winter,

the lines are soft

etching stories

out toward my fingertips

like an estuary

you can read.



The lines might say

I once read an entire book

out loud

doing all the voices

for no one

but me.



The lines might say

I once led an army of students

to a fountain to protest

to show that hate

has no home here.



The lines might say

I once gave two strangers

a ride home

from the cemetery

when a storm broke out

and I wasn’t there

visiting the dead.



The lines might say

I once took a box of crackers

from a food bin

because I needed them myself.



Please remember

when you read my palm

I don’t know

what splinters you will follow

what stories will come out. 




Jess Witkins





Jess Witkins is a Wisconsin-based writer, blogger, and storyteller. Her work has been published in local and national magazines. She is co-president of the nonprofit writing community, Mississippi Valley Writers Guild. She has a forthcoming essay titled "The Funeral Photographer" coming out in an anthology with Gelles Cole Literary Enterprises.

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