When the hand lets go the fingers
continue to meet forming an O of
conspiratorial approval a manual
wink and the glass tumbles to
the carpet the clink of ice and
slice of lime giving voice to
otherwise-silent sin the street
outside fizzes with traffic and
surely-fascinating conversation
if only she could hear more clearly
and she strains her ears to make out
the words When the mind lets go
thoughts continue to seep out onto
the page into a world embraced by
the jumble of thrice-used plastic
bags favored by the divorced woman
d'un certain âge who abstains from
the silken grips of costly leather
satchels and the need to sustain her
well-heeled husband’s grim-lipped
approval for the freedom to let go
(c) 2018, by Hannah Six
Image: Kelly bag
Wen-Cheng Liu/Wikimedia Commons
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