Leverage

The pharmacy door was heavier than it looked,

a sudden catch, a metal bite.

My smallest digit, crooked and hooked,

is pulsing in the kitchen light.

A storm is brewing beneath the nail,

a purple-yellow shift of sky.

The grip I thought would never fail

is just a thing that passed me by.

It sits apart from all the rest,

a quiet, throbbing, useless test.