Palmistry
The chimp stretched its arm,
palm up under my chin,
fingers and thumb supple,
a pink-pawed sharing.
It’s a palm-reading offering,
if only I had the skill to interpret it.
There is a life-line.
It looks a lot like mine,
there are breaks in it
like mine.
I see a heart-line,
it seems squeezed to one side,
like mine.
His handler moves on.
I am left wondering
if it was I who had been read,
and why now does my palm
resemble a map
of my dreaming face?
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