Dry cracked gorilla hands.
They look like hers did.
Picking up avocado peels
off of the wet cutting board.
Each nail a different length.
My hands look like her hands.
And I am ashamed.
I am scared.
I miss her.
I hate her.
I hate her hands.
These tiny gorilla hands.
I can barely pick up
these avocado seeds.
Slippery and wet.
Everything slipping through
these fingers.
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