We are the way you make a living, say my hands. You are what is produced in our typing out the words that other people pay to read.

We are (they say) the most important part of all you are. We dress you, feed you, wash you, apply your makeup and comb your hair.

All the lifting, carrying, bartering, reaching, hiding, cooking, raking; all that is left up to us.

And more; we are your pleasure. We touch the velvet of the sweet grass, of someone else's skin.

And once again I miss him.