Fallibility--
Curse of my skin and bones.
My hands know air’s terrain without eyes.
Lovelier,
A blushing silk,
A photograph’s faded song.

I had two lines
Beneath my smallest finger;
Two little children (or so I’ve been told).
A callous bears now only one:
A retreating slash.
Oh, encourage my guilt.

It swallows my heart line
It swallows my life line whole.
The lines become part of the darkness.