my tempered hands will never be museum artnot while I live in the north my hands are tmpered, yes tempered by dishes, by cooking, b a daily commute tempered by late-night grocery runs tempered by finding and losing tempered by a man with hands full of music tempered by 50_hoyr weeks in a dry office building tempered by living in NewYork tempered by my vcat, my friends, my books tempered by keeping my temper when the train is delayed, when there isan accident, whenthey say "not the right fit for us" or "smile" or "you'll get exposure" my tempered hands are nothing to write home about but my tempered mind is worth a minute or two