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.