There are peoples hands you are suppose to hold.

I held the hand of a dancer, a lawyer, a republican,

an architect, a cook, a doctor, a med student, a photographer, another photographer, a stylist, an intellectual young man, a friend of my brother’s, an engineer, a Portuguese speaking American about 6’5, a musical theater guy, another tortured intellectual this one an Arab Jew, 3 Poly Sci majors, a child psychologist.