Fascinated By My Hand Lines
Circling my thumb are two lifelines
They are one at the beginning
But at about age sixty they split
Evidence of a double life
Being older than this, I wonder at them
Has the split begun?
Will I know when it happens?
A mystic star in the center of my palm takes my attention
Has she always been there?
I reach for my palmistry book
Fascinated with my own skin
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