There is much of the bonobo in me. Like any self-respecting, socialized primate, I cannot scratch a back without throwing in an unsolicited grooming session. Techniques have evolved to accommodate the pitiful absence of fleas and parasites: any change in surface texture results in a focused, nails in exfoliation or extraction. Recipient responses vary, from… Continue reading Half Your Bananas Please
Author: TeaShell
at home in my shell
A Helping Hand
My left hand: has been held holds keeps an onion still while I slice it lifts the kettle is sometimes stained with pink eczema presses three fingers to my lips twists my hair props my head up when I am tired scratches backs strokes folds laundry, smoothing creases grips a book changes gears has short… Continue reading A Helping Hand
