He
murmured to her that her hands were perfect.
Recoiling,
she rejected him as a fool for saying that.
Didn’t
he see how short, ragged her nails were?
So
brittle, they wouldn’t grow long like those models
On
television, plus her thumbs were stumps.
Besides,
her skin was too dark, not just her hands,
But
all over her body. So she married a guy
She
thought she loved even though he never
Praised
any part of her and several years later
As
she dried the dishes she gazed at her aging hands
Now
wrinkled, and contemplated for a moment
What
it would have been to love a fool.
March 2011
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