what does jc stand for, they locked me in the cellar that night with a black dictionary, I'd only ever had red ones

/i just wanna hold you hands
for years and years
no sweaty palms
no sharp nails
if they attached
we'd grow together/

/and i wonder if your nails feel rough
how smooth are your palms
do you cup hands like your yelling a joke
you do you pack your bags
and move in with each finger
and call them home/

/we wouldn't even need to touch
or look from chin to forehead
or hands would know each
much better than we can/

/i can't describe the dream i had
my hand got cut
it made some sense
you grabbed my hand
and in the morning
i needed to scratch my elbow
then the door bell rang
i checked for evidence
and my hand looked like the fleshy bits
of a baby exposed by the wind
but no lines no scrapes
no tares
you cry in your sleep
you washed my cut with tears/

my belly button aches right now,
casey