A man who never distinguished between dolls and a sold one.
A woman showed me why a sold one is called a whore-
then pointed a finger at me. Why would she call someone like me?
That’s why people buy and light firecrackers
by their own hand.
Desire is a bubble
that will ultimately pop,
whether you’ve loved or not.
And people like me, who have only glimpsed bright skies in the dark
from a distance,
never been loved,
keep wandering all their lives, wondering if this is enough.
Fingers
ABOUT THE POEM: “Fingers” is a brief, bitter meditation on the themes of desire, judgment, and perpetual unfulfillment. The poem describes the trauma of being pointedly blamed or labeled by someone who is themselves compromised (a sold one). This act of self-inflicted pain is compared to lighting one's own firecrackers. The narrator concludes by expressing the deep melancholy of the eternally unloved, who are left to wander, always wondering if their distant, momentary glimpses of hope are enough to sustain a life.
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