My hands

My handstouch hiscalloused, dry, icy ones, eyes peering past me. I can see,for just a moment, into his soul, but more sointo mine.  Dirty and dark. I had wantedcoffee and a candy bar. Money I had setaside. Do I know sacrifice?Here is your paper. It reads"How to Handle having HIV." I toss it on the floorboard,this …