My hands cant stop eating

They've tried diets of paper and cloth

But they just can't

Theres too much to discover

I walk through stores with my arm out

My hands run along the racks

And they sample every feeling and texture

On subways I cant control them

They have to touch the rail

I've told them it cant be sanitary

To feel the rough dirt

Or the underside of the table

Im tactile

A tera-tactile monster with no self control

Glass versus plastic versus nylon versus grass versus skin

The belly of my hands holds an encyclopedia of the world my body lives in