Touch me in the morning, she said, and then just walk away. But when I touched her that morning, she said whose hands are these? She wanted a lover with a slow hand, and also a hand to rock the cradle, but she accused me of handing her a line. Keep your hands to yourself, she yelled. That was too hard to handle, so I skedaddled out of there with one hand in my pocket and the other in the hand of the man who stilled the water. Then I applied for a job as a handyman, but they fired me when I showed up with a drink in my hand. Now I’ve got too much time on my hands…
Dedicated to Neil Diamond.
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Written for Jim’s Thursday Inspiration.
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