Hands / by Karie Luidens


I have no calluses, yet. All pink, all smooth, all soft. My fingertips mostly tap keyboards and my palms do household chores. The nails are smooth with white crescent tips evenly arrayed above their lunulae. Lotioned knuckles, neat cuticles, age-old class markers, untapped potential. Soon they’ll be perpetually dirty, though, and probably rough. At least that’s the plan.