Blessings for the Hands

From The Sky Inside the Shaking Tree

What you feel
reveals you.

Watch
for the sustenance
inclined to a source,

enamored of singularity,
quickly here and quickly

gone, shadow from which
the body's courage comes.

Fireflies
apparently stumbling.

I slapped one on my leg.
Its blood glowed.

Blessings for the Hands follows various speakers—often disabled speakers, who never once figure themselves as objects of complaint or self-pity—through the haunted dreamscape of “normalcy.” Indeed, drea...