On the day that is so often leapt
I’m thinking today
of a wart I had on my ring finger.
I was nine.
People asked me if I had been playing with frogs.
I hadn’t. I was confused.
I thought frogs turned into princes
(but of course I didn’t really think that).
I remember wanting to chew the wart off,
to get rid of it, to be done with it entirely.
Yes, I told them, I have been playing with frogs.