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.