strangers hands

these bits of me

i did not

come with

snippets of education

picked up

over the years

how to make coffee

feed & dress myself

the looking after

coming in pieces

from strangers’ hands

not that they

were etrangere then

we passed each other

giving information

ways of being

& then moved on

becomes hard now

to tell you

which is me

which is you

but then i reckon

you & i

learnt the same way