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b'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\\nSend in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/nakedpoetry/message\\nSupport this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/nakedpoetry/support'