By Maggie Mink Date: 6 May 1998
...today, I have gone for a manicure.
Perhaps someone else will see,
and kindly tell me,
the reason my fingertips
don't seem to speak to you anymore.
Long talks on a couch aren't my style.
See if I actually want to believe,
when my hand is on a table,
and someone else,
that I don't really know,
wants to read my palm,
and chart my course in love.