My hand is a slice of pizza.
My hand is a nappy shovel.
My hand is a retired ham.
My hand is an old lover.
My hand is a thousand creaky gates.
My hand is a mouse conductor.
My hand is a caravan for veins.
My hand is cotton wool stapled to a desk.
My hand is an overstuffed glove.
My hand knows what it’s up to.
My hand is a liar.

© Carl Burkitt 2020