The Cartography of an Open Palm

Listen to The Cartography of an Open Palm I have written about hands before. I’ve written about them as weapons, as tools, as instruments of casual violence and clinical detachment. My memory is a museum of the hands that have done me harm, a collection curated by pain. The clenched fist that taught me the sound of bone meeting cartilage. The proprietary grip that dug bruises into my arm like…