The Song Of The Empty Hand

by July 7, 2024 0 comments

I am the little finger
excavator of snot and earwax.
I curl into myself until I disappear.

I am the ring finger
wearer of collar and chain.
I want to learn how to stand on my own.

I am the f-you finger
burner of the flame of anger and lust.
What a smile that I smile!

I am the index finger
pointer of the path to the palm
and parent of all digits and the orphaned thumb.

I am the lonely thumb
only friend of the palm, who with the palm,
together is worshipped and glorified.

– Philip Venzke

editors note:

If you have all these digits working, you can give yourself a hand. – mh clay

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