These hands: a vignette

"These hands were made for fighting, not for music," the artist says ironically, lifting his shovel-like palms and meaty digits.

I look down at my own impossibly long, slender and delicate fingers. Then I notice the oversized and calloused knuckles. I see how one finger slants at an acute angle. I feel the once-broken, now-healed bone that juts sharply out of the back of my right hand.

And I wonder how the reverse came to be true.

Copyright © 2009 Dejan Djurdjevic