Winter is the worst. The skin of my hands fissures, reddens, widens,
tiny islands disrupt and thicken there, scar tissue, angered by the scratch of bacteria
under fingernails.
Typically, physical erosion proceeds fastest on steeply sloping surfaces like the curve on the back of my thumb, the slope between pinky and ring finger. Human activities worsen the process. How many times have I washed my hands in the past 90 minutes?
Natural arches, the world an open, holy marvel.
My mother starts getting wrinkles, and I ignore it.
Melcontents 