Illustration by Ishaan Barrett
They say the eyes are the window to the soul but I think you can learn the most about a person
by looking at their hands. My mother says I have long nail beds. I always thought they were
short. Compared to hers, they are long. Did you notice that, in the car, I put lotion on my hands?
Preparing them to embrace you in the softest way I could. Did you try for me, love? I think of this
when I yearn for the soft sting of your touch.
Chiamaka (she/her) is a second-year at Barnard College studying Neuroscience & Behavior and English. She has been writing for as long as she can remember, starting with short stories, and recently found a home in poetry. She likes trying new things. You can find her on instagram @chichi.kanu.