how to wash your hands

by dm gillis

stand at a sink with a
bar of soap

& watch what’s wild coming the
wrongness of the second knuckle
index finger left hand the
leftness of it so wrong for cursive writing the
palms of both hands creased
with lines of life a
planet hidden in every wrinkle

do not inventory regret &
poorly written poems just
turn the faucets on
the right amounts of
hot & cold with

only reflection between you
& what is behind the mirror