Popshot Magazine

HOLLOW

I loathe my hands. The insipid, weak flesh and creped knuckles. The pooling skin at the finger joints and the puffy nail-beds. The click and ache. The limitations.

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I buy countless lotions and creams – almond, peony, aloe, olive – a kaleidoscope of nail polishes. Gold and silver rings with gemstones that click together like scarabs.

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