Staring At My Left Palm
Staring at my left palm
on a winter day
V’s and X’s going every which way
A tic tac toe grid under my thumb
Double life line toward the wrist
Triangle connects the head and heart line
Tiny checkers on thumb mount
Three lucky bracelets around my wrist
The angels planned this well
Some say I am white
I laugh for I am pink, tan and beige.
If you turn my palm over, I am spotted with brown dots.
Nothing white about me.
A little dab of blue where you can see my veins.
The only white I can see on my body is my toenails
White there and only there.
I return to my left palm
Enjoying the star in the middle.
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