one finger crooked to beckon or push on the button of the chin
two fingers to wear rings of falsity, and one to wear a ring of hope
one thumb drawn smearingly through charcoal and ash, then across faces, making warriors
or committing others to Wednesday’s penance and grief
one thumb held in the palm for safekeeping
one finger long and lean, speaking of bone and ceremony
two fingers
catching up a thread
between them
one finger stuck in the mouth of the past
feeling the wet jagged spaces within
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