I want you to keep your hand up,

I want you to answer every question I have

About myself, and I want you

To hand me a mirror,

I want you to keep your hand up

I want to know how much air

You can fit over your head,

Is this room big enough?

Stand up, we’ll see,

I want you to keep your hand up,

I want to read your palms

From a distance, I can see time

Clearer that way, the future

In bloom as you wave the fingers

And I look at the lines, canals through

My microscope,

I want you to keep your hand up

You are a compass, a sun dial,

The hour never changes because

We’re indoors, enjoy this stasis,

How is your shoulder doing?

I want you to keep your hand up, fine

Replace it with the other, but

Only until you have brought it all the way

And there it flies up above us,

Your nails doing an impression of the rain.