There are paper cut-sized scars wedged
in the palm of my right hand
that I got not from paper cuts
nor a paper plant but while I was in a sawmill
and they happened not from a saw nor tools
but from tripping over a piece of wood
while grasping a glass bottle that I once used
as a spyglass. I'm a lefty, so that's fortunate.
But now I'm afraid to get my palm read,
my lines a maze of live wires.
Some have already been cut for me and I won't know
till the time comes if they were the right ones.
Tue, April 1, 2008
by Taylor Bratches, Senior, Emerson College filed under