Kythryne Aisling

quiet hands

be quiet
     sit still, they say
             scattering pills
     into our reckless palms

we swallow bitter, dutiful
and our hands fall silent.

they think we are cured —

             we do not tell them
     how our fingertips still itch
                 with unspun timelines.

Kythryne Aisling makes art and poems in Concord NH.