I love my hands

My spindly fingers

My knobbled knuckles

My nails

My backwards thumbs

I love touching things

I love feeling 

My hair

My breasts

My face 

My pussy 

I love the veins that pop out 

When I’m working hard 

Or feeling hot

I can signal 

Anger

Peace

Hello

Goodbye 

I can wipe tears from my eyes

Brush sweat from my brows 

I can't believe

I used to view my hands as though they were a creature's

Monstrous 

Feral 

Uninviting 

As though the ability to touch 

Wasn’t enough to make them worthy 

But now

I love my hands