Day: 2013/03/06

Super Stitches



I’d watch and wonder.

He would mutter
under his breath
and reach for the nearest
surface and rap his knuckles

the knuckles of the hand
that was wrapped
a little white furry foot;

she would sigh, roll her eyes
and yell
(not words, really,
more like a growl).

I asked Grammy once
(I think I was five)
she said it wasn’t right
that Pops had super stitches.

I didn’t know
what that meant…
I just crossed my fingers
and hoped they would stop yelling.

P. Wanken


Inspired by Poetic Asides #213: “Knock On Wood”