An Honest Reply to a DM Slide

The hand was there when I woke up. Maybe I manifested it, having been saving for a Hamsa pendant (the open palm with fingers pointing upwards that is a sign of protection across Jewish and Muslim cultures). I had another good association with hands: I’d once fallen for a guy because, at The Cherry Tavern in New York, he put Nick Cave’s ‘Red Right Hand’ on the Jukebox. This hand I opened my bleary eyes to was yellow, and trapped inside my phone. This hand was the opening salvo in emoji form of a young man who had slid into my DMs.