fingernails
Matt Robinson
things must be going well,
everything’s gotta be o.k.:
i looked at my hand today
and my fingernails
were all there.
i can stare at them now.
i don’t know how
they grew, i never knew,
(realized), i’d stopped biting them.
ahem, ahem, i’ll clear my throat.
this is bizarre, way too far-
fetched, i can catch
a glimpse of a manicured future.
this realization,
a complication-
something’s (back, i’m under
attack.)
eating away at me, i’m
eating away at me.
