it was about nine o’clock and i was driving home from kari’s. it was sorta stormy looking and sunsetting. odd, odd natural light outside of ruby’s windshield.
i had my elbow on the armrest and looked down at my hand.
it was empty and that just made me so sad. because it shouldn’t be empty like that all the time. i have wonderful hands for holding– strong, soft and capable.
but still they are empty. even the words i keep in my hands i give away. leaving me empty.