My pinkies don’t bend right.
They get locked in place
attempting to navigate space
so they turn introspective,
going inward.
My aunt is a palm reader.
She looked at my lines,
at the small age of nine,
and wisely determined
my destiny.
My right hand is clumsy.
To be a good surgeon
I needed to burgeon
despite my weak faith
and faults.
Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 8:49 PM UTC
My pinkies don’t bend right.
They get locked in place
attempting to navigate space
so they turn introspective,
going inward.
My aunt is a palm reader.
She looked at my lines,
at the small age of nine,
and wisely determined
my destiny.
My right hand is clumsy.
To be a good surgeon
I needed to burgeon
despite my weak faith
and faults.
