NaPoWriMo: Lift Trucks

by annmarieelliott

before you go in there
and scrape off the newest layer of korea,
speak grooves of your fingers
and kiss jackhammer calluses
that began with a spade
and lost garden gloves

remember what a bulb felt like
what soil breathed

what bones crunched under Sean’s lift truck

he used to peel off his fingerprints
without bleeding, baling grimaces
when skin was only elmer’s glue

skin was only.