The Upstart Apprentice of Golden Mean

by Angela Kubinec

It is my turn now, so kneel

then cup my hand in yours and kiss my palm


I have your thumbs to guide me

they push me by my pulse and I am taut

my ankles ache

my limbs the spokes of a soft wheel, spinning


Master, you watch too close

and scratch your book with ink too long

until my skin becomes the air