Saturday, April 20, 2013

Poem: Praying My Own Private Rosary



Praying My Own Private Rosary

I peel the bandage back,
see the neat row of stitches
stepping across my wrist
like the tracks of a bird
in the snow.
Gingerly I trace the threads,
touch the knots
like rosary beads,
only I don’t
know what to pray.

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