“Thumb War”

I don’t believe in god.
But I often find myself in a prayer position when I am in turmoil.
My hands pressed together. 
Flat and point towards the sky, dissecting my face in a vertical fashion over my chin and lips.
My thumbs pushing into my lymph nodes.
As I ponder if this is a taught position or instinct. 
I stare.
I stare at everything around me.
Now my hands are clenched.
Fusing my fingers and knuckles together like “At least I won’t let go.” 
I kissed my own hand.
I then separated my hands.


Even I let go of me. 
-Joshua Tool 07/08/17


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