Blessings for the Hands

From The Sky Inside the Shaking Tree What you feel reveals you.   Watch for the sustenance inclined to a source,   enamored of singularity, quickly here and quickly   gone, shadow from which the body's courage comes.   Fireflies apparently stumbling.   I slapped one on my leg. Its blood glowed.   Blessings for the Hands follows various speakers—often disabled speakers, who never once figure themselves as objects of complaint or self-pity—through the haunted dreamsca