Lessons of a Hard Hand – Jennifer Dracos-Tice
She taught me to use the flat of my hand
fast, palm heel strikes to kill the medium
roaches, the you’ve got a problem roaches,
that laced up and down paint cracks
while her mom smoked pot in the kitchen.
At her dad’s, she showed me how her hard hand
could bring down my guilt in torrents,
spasms of mother mourning and musk.
She taught me open and hard, but
not the feel of another, where finger-
tips meet tips, edges, and lips,
share minute surfaces of rising,
heat transfer. That lesson I draw
in bed with you, one warm surface
adhering to another.