Crossed Fingers...

My writing teacher once said:

"Writers are professional liars"

We cross our fingers behind our backs

And lie through our teeth


Our fingers stay crossed

Even after the lie -- the story -- has been told

We lie, but we lie to no one

We send it out into the ether

Our fingers crossed

To hope it finds ears to deceive


We hope -- cross our fingers -- and hope

Those ears will listen

Because the echoes of our lies

Go mostly unheard


So yes, we are "professional liars"

But those fingers crossed behind our backs

Mean we're "professional wishers" as well