Team Hand

Deep in the crystal aftermath of my dawn
people spill from rooms onto marble floors
in the lobby. They ask for chipped beef and clotted cream
as though that would help them navigate the day
without biting their own forearms.
People here are bigger and louder than they are back home.
While talking, they move in a way that implies
that they are not as smart as you, or grandiose.
Remember: it is their hands doing the talking
and not their mouths. Of course this is a trick.
Everyone knows the human voice emits the pleasure
of words that can make your hand open when someone
whispers onto the knuckles of your fist.
The next time I talk to you, I’d prefer to speak to your hand.