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.