a poem by ellen elmarry

mani/pedi

had you just a week ago
worst one ever
cuticles in a state of disarray
polish chipping
e’nails is dead to me

chipped polish

2 Responses to “a poem by ellen elmarry”

  1. Matthew Says:

    Gross (toes, yuck).

    But beautiful verbiage.

  2. jael Says:

    I saw a lady on the train today, with, I swear fo’ Gaa, 6 inch silver nails, that curled at the end. I was left wondering, what kind of job can one have with those? beer can opener, designated scratcher…

    sorry about your nails tho

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