by Drora Matlofsky

I cut my finger - hooray!
I can't sew on the buttons
Or peel the vegetables.
- Its not my fault!

I cut my finger - oh no!
How shall I type my poem?
Some people use two fingers,
I'll just have to manage.

I cut my finger - so when
I play the guitar,
I wince as I press
The B string very hard,
But I have to
Or the sound will be
Less than perfect.

Drora Matlofsky has been living in Jerusalem since 1984. Her poetry in English has appeared in various poetry and Jewish magazines and her poetry in French can be found on the Poésie Française site.

Last updated August 31, 2015