Mariah's Pick

The following poem is from Hadara Bar-Nadav's book entitled A Glass of Milk to Kiss Goodnight.

The Last Gesture

My hand grew as big as a house.
It was heavy to carry
and drag through the streets.

I staggered across the lawn
on gravel-burned knees
to watch the home
I could no longer enter.

My wrung wrist turned blue.
My shoulder bled.
Skin tore up my neck
and split open my eye.

I had given too much.
I had taken too much.

The hand grew
as the sky grew,
hand the size of wind

expanding until it was no longer
my own, until the weight
buried me.

Hear more of Hadara's poetry at the reading on November 3rd, 7:00 p.m. at Beaverdale Books.