Monday, September 28, 2009


I know

As I watch

Grass get stuck under my finger nails.

The strands of green

Go out of me

making some fragile claw.


When my shoes fill up

With accidental collected rocks,

I pay close attention to the rolling

And stabbing along my heal and under my toes.


I shower, and walk to the park and crawl in to bed,

Keeping them on.


He asked me


Why I never took them off

And why I did this so often.

So as we sat in the grass

I plucked the plant and

Stuck it’s leaves under each nail.

I reached out and dragged the extension

Across his crinkled forehead.

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