They're gonna get me

This is a piece of assignment i did for my English Literature class. We're supposed to do a visual response to our chosen poem from the course pack...
And here's the poem.

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"from Glenn Gould Poems"
6. Glenn Gould's Hands: A Sonnet

If I pull off these woollen mitts of mine
or shake your hand, who knows what harm may follow;
my fingers, knuckles, writs -- the lot -- confined,
compressed or chilled, doomed to be impossible and slow.
Disaster of the fiercest kind if these,
these slender bridges of flesh and bone, these paths
for me to Bach, Beethoven, Bruckner, Strauss
and all the rest should suddenly collapse.

It's all a piece. The clothes, the hands, the quiet,
my need to live alone, by night. I do
not weed or dig. No crushing tools. I've quit
all cooking, seek out greasy spoons, to go
where no one knows me, wants to be my fan,
where no one knows me, wants to crush my hands.
-- Kate Braid

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Drawn in A5, colored in Photoshop