a nail
and cries out.
i've broken a nail.
i look at the red
polished daggers
at the end of
her fingers.
i don't know about these
things.
the hardships
of being a woman.
my nails
are bitten down
to quarter
moon like slivers.
i've never
broken a nail. not once.
i suggests she do
the same,
which sort of ends
our date.
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