Fill, But Could You Use My Will

Oswald dropped another bomb
while i sat in the sacred chamber

he said
unlearn something today

about God
yourself
me

i started to unlearn
by looking at my hands

knuckled and lined
fingers shaped and linked by skin

sometimes those fingers point
often they coil and clutch
so hard i must clean blood and dirt from
beneath the nails

today i want to begin to unlearn the clenched fist

today i want to turn my hands upward
check for gold dust
wait as though something might be pressed into
the creased, fleshy palms

perhaps a coin
soft white wool
or, a silver fish