Fingerprints

What’s the point of having the upper hand
when you had to break fingers to get it?

Isn’t it funny?
We’ll step on the backs of friends
just to keep our own shoes clean.
Yet we could easily preserve our soles
and our souls
with one side step

The same amount of effort
and yet we choose
harm.

What’s the point of having the upper hand
when the fingers point at you?

Lottery

Meeting you was like winning the lottery,

The surreal moment where too good to be true
Meets here and now.
Where it’s never going to happen to me
Meets never say never.

But,
My first thought was not
what to buy or where to go.
My first feeling was not disbelief
Or elation or joy at all.

In fact,
I was scared and mad and torn
And damning my fortunate luck.
My first thought as a wealthy woman
Was wishing I picked different numbers.

Because,
Meeting you was like winning the lottery,
But I know my tendency for squandering riches.