grass

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

Once

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.