I couldn’t snap my fingers
nor did I want to learn how
till my dad, on our walk,
snapped
a dry, thick snap like thock
the color of chipped wood
and bet I couldn’t snap like he could.
well damn, then I had to,
and I learned how,
snapped loud
but I never figured out
how to have my father’s fingers
so I only ever snap like fwick,
like a flicker, gilded
but not really gold