Every single orange nail on my ten fingers

said forget him

and my painted and chipped toes tugged away

as I walked toward him

his eyes oozed at me

and my stoplight nails

flashed red

flashed yellow

as he put down his book

as he mumbled something

about radiohead

and I waxed blonde

about politics

I touched my face

I touched the table

I need some coffee to chew on

and he began to sit in

the left side of his chair

and I began to wish

I’d washed my hair

and that was

when he suddenly

when he quickly

when he thusly

reached for his phone

and left my hand empty.

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