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by Paula Jennings

They were always too big: even in adolescence
long and skinny with prominent veins.
Yet a teacher of massage once snapped at me.
    ‘You have beautiful hands. Use them.’

Now hands are just danger hanging off wrists.
I sanitise door handles, quarantine papers.
My birthday cards are kicked aside to open later.
    Wash your hands. Don’t touch your face.

These Times

A Covid-19 sequence by Paula Jennings

HandsPoem by Paula Jennings
Hard DayPoem by Paula Jennings
On the Hall FloorPoem by Paula Jennings
Permitted Daily Exercise 1Poem by Paula Jennings
Permitted Daily Exercise 2Poem by Paula Jennings
Permitted Daily Exercise 3Poem by Paula Jennings
The Name of the VirusPoem by Paula Jennings
These TimesPoem by Paula Jennings

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