TWO HANDS ON A WINDOWSILL
A prism bounces off a hand-blown glass window
tatooing two hands.
One beckoning finger signals:
Come up and see me sometime.
Gnarled fingers reveal nails bitten down to the bone,
and bruised knuckles rapped too many times
by Nuns at St. Michaels.
The hands wait like Madam Lafarge
for heads to roll.