the human is the hand function. I used my hand to draw a horse and you said it was not a horse. nerves cover the human and it is true we are most often nervous when faced with a hand. the human is a very interesting animal filled with fighting. we have two hands.
we scald and grip. delicate hands hit the tennis ball again and again. the hand helps us create everything. if we do not have the hand we cannot throw the rock, we cannot save the water, cannot hand something to other humans to eat. horses have four hooves and no hands.
I drew hands onto the horse and I learned the hand makes us more generous and also dangerous. gunpowder comes from the disappointment of having hands. you cannot throw far, you want to throw farther. if you do not have those thoughts, you cannot invent those things.
you told me a horse cannot throw a tennis ball over a chain-link fence. the throwing concept created the bow and arrow, the gun, the rocket, the intercontinental missile and the horses laughed. look at us throwing ourselves into space. only the human hand can throw. this is a good lie
we tell ourselves but what if the throwing concept is neither good nor bad. if you throw a rock at a human you hit them, if you throw clothes and money you hit them. the first action of throwing is releasing. you release open your hand to throw. hit with your palm first, an open strike.
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Jasmine An is a queer, third gen, Chinese American who comes from the Midwest. Her first chapbook, Naming the No-Name Woman, won the 2015 Two Sylvias Press Chapbook Prize and second, Monkey Was Here, is forthcoming from Porkbelly Press. Currently, she is an Editor at Agape Editions and pursuing a PhD in English and Women’s Studies at the University of Michigan. Her forever muse is Sun Wukong, the Monkey King.