Knuckles knock
Knuckles knock the door One hand holds a laptop— The other reaches out Metacarpals meet Metacarpals Is your greeting-cushion soft or stiff? Do you fall like a leaf? Or tackle doubt? Am I the catcher’s mitt or the obtuse ball— Do your stubs hug? Or do your tendrils worm? A single palmar crease is often shy and squirms Widowed-digits too— are very slow to unfold Splinted members are held close— like a broken reed to God A finger flawed is the only friend I know Yet I get nervous when I notice a drop of wrist or certain claws Onion bulbs or clubs also get me airy I am wary even of a painted nail— it can mask— a sorry rash— a splinter from the heart— or evidential scatter But I am one well-read— If I see a canker I'll cut it off your clapper— A ring drowning in it’s bed— a pill will easily de-anchor I even intervene for a palm too drunk and red A sick hand's prayer answered is a scientific head Some hands are stale and brittle with spots like mold on bread— vintage joints are little hourglasses— a symptom of time long-fled Grandma-grips are slow— Gray grasps are ones I dread— for latency is costly and wrinkles our ahead Toast my palm with psalm and part a holy kiss Regardless of complaint I proceed to wash my fists
- Single palmar crease
- Isaiah 42:3
- Radial nerve
- Ulnar nerve
- Hippocratic fingers
- Psoriasis
- Endocarditis
- Lasix lasts 6 hours
- AA
- Romans 16:16
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