the pink
paint on my nails,
and wonders
about me.
i can see the look in
his eyes
trying to determine
if
i'm playing ball for
the other side.
have i switched
my desires.
changed teams so
to speak.
so before he asks,
or thinks
any further i tell him,
it's just paint.
eggshell
latex. it's called
cotton candy,
i'm
doing a job for
a woman, down the street.
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