when women
break a nail
on the car door,
or on a dish
being set into
the sink, or
somewhere,
it's a big deal.
they show it
to you, saying
look, I broke
a nail, we
men have nothing
to compare it
to. they always
have someplace
to go where
having a broken
nail seems
to matter.
can you believe it,
they say,
I have a party
to go to next
week and I
broke a nail.
we stare
at the short
nail, rounded
at the tip
of the finger
and shrug,
saying something
like, hmmm.
it'll grow back,
right?
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