Tag: touch

• May 28, 2012

  If I could not touch, could I be touched?

  This morning I lay in bed, looking at my hand. I extend the web, I turn it over, I hold it up to the sky. It is tanned and fleshy and the freshly laundered sheets are very white again. I grind coffee beans with my hand mill. I put the spoon into the bowl, then…
• April 23, 2012

  To be is to be touched

  I can remember the presentations that guest speakers used to give to us second- and third-graders. The subject was the distinction between “good” and “bad” touches. By my recollection, there would have been red slashes over pictures of “inappropriate” touches–a man’s hand, say, en route to a young woman’s crotch–and circles around “good” touches like…