i am holding out my hands (march 2026)

i hold my hands out i hold my hands out and watch the light of the computer screen dance on the mole that appeared on the palm of my hand a few years ago i am holding my hands out

i am holding out my hands i collect only blue light
can i be a MACHINE?

because this is one way to be less hungry; how else could i bear it?
I hold my hands out
i am holding out my hands i am always seeking to collect new excuses

i feel a constant need to be excused

can i learn how to apologize in a real way and not as a kind of begging to feel less naked ? i am holding my hands out i beg that my hunger be less particular, but i cannot again become someone who has not tasted a particular luxury, This is why i was afraid of be coming spoiled, you know, this is why i looked at in the face as one stares down the barrel of a gun i don't know what you are so that is not what scares me, no
What scares me is how quickly I make a home inside a stranger's house. someplace familiar i have never been, like i have learned nothing
but i know that there is a tiger here but i know that there is a tiger here
I am in The Chinese Room holding out my hands, I am trying to be legible for someone I cannot see, and who cannot see me.
i am holding out my arms. i am heavy with emptiness
you would not ask me to be sorry but i ami built a family and i fell before them i know they do not want this for me but i do not know how to ask. i do not know how to let them witness my wanting. on my knees i turn away and i hold out my hands where they cannot see.
shm 2026