Just what sort of thing are y'all talking about?
Handraising A to Z, by Randall VanderMey, in God Talk: The Triteness and Truth in Christian Clichés.
A's hand unfurls like a small flag.
B pumps his fist in a "right on" salute.
C's hand rotates slowly like a radar dish.
D's hands form a basket overhead, as if to catch a baby.
E holds his hands high, cupped and side by side, as if offering his wrists to be cuffed.
F wags her hand "hello" to God.
G slices the air like one of Hitler's underlings.
H's hand comes up straight and whole, like the red flag on a mailbox.
I's hand springs up quickly and off cue like an ice-fishing flag.
J's swaying body waves her hands like strands of kelp.
K makes a fist behind his head, as bicyclists do at the finish line.
L looks as if he's just heard through a bullhorn: "Come out with your hands up."
M keeps his elbows high as if to have his pockets frisked.
N looks like the guy in the first car on every roller coaster.
O's uplifted face and palms appear to soak in a spring rain.
P, with the outstretched hands, resembles Superman in flight.
Q leans her head along her arm like a swimmer doing the side-stroke.
R might be Rocky on the steps of the Philadelphia Museum of Art.
S's palms cover her brows.
Ts hands seem to push away the Evil One.
U's hands support two full bags of groceries.
V's spread fingertips appear to be lifting panels of acoustical tile.
W's arms haul in bales of grace from heaven.
X's fingers twiddle like a belly dancer's with finger cymbals.
Y puts an arm up like the know-it-all at the back of the classroom.
Z conducts a dream orchestra.