your fingertips are pulsing

from all that touchlessness

where do you leave your fingerprints

when no human skin is around?

 

your hands sniff touch

sniff skin

and they find you

tangled being, hanging plant

with your roots in the clouds

 

you touch yourself and discover

that you have human skin

below your mind's weeds

underneath you vegetal body

so you imprint your fingers on yourself

and grow