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I\u2019m in class now. I stare down at the bones in my hands. I think forty pounds are now gone. I\u2019ve been running lately. It is solitude. It is nervous. They are so bony. I sit and search, trying to find traces of my parents in them. So far I haven\u2019t found anything. But I will keep searching. Perhaps that is why my mom wanted me to play the violin. So I'd use my hands, so I would think about them. I remember the first time I found out I had them. I was two years old. The second time it happened to me I was walking through a hall at college with my brother. He said to me - \u201cit's the human touch.\u201d\n After that I could not stop looking at them! I called my mother crying! Later that night I imagined we spoke on the phone that night and you\u2019d ask me how my heart was doing and I\u2019d say,\n \u201c She\u2019s fine. A little blustery.\u201d\n\n--- \n\nSupport this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/nakedpoetry/support