Shomer Shabbos

Give me that hand of yours
With its dry, dishwasher skin
Stretched over every knuckle
And let me hold it in mine,

Thumbs stacked and fingers folded

I've emptied my pockets

And there is nowhere to go

We can walk circles all afternoon -

It's the first clear weekend since Halloween

The sun has melted the icy sidewalks

And now it's thawing our skinny-limbed bodies

Kept warm in the clothes

We borrowed from each other
Earlier in the afternoon