April Villanelle
I tried to paint my toenails salmon pink.
I blended red and cotton candy hues.
It wore right off; I don't know what to think.
I stubbed my toe so fast I couldn't blink
and viewed the gooey smudge with tight-lipped rue.
So much for painting toenails salmon pink.
I tried again. The heavily sweet stink
of acetone made breathing hard to do.
I felt a little high, and couldn't think.
While one coat dried I wandered to the sink
to fill a glass with water. Feeling blue
I thought again of toenails painted pink.
I longed for summer sun, the lake's dark ink
and sandy toenails flashing, chromed and new...
the thought wore off, in winter hard to think.
I wondered, next day, if I'd reached the brink
with all my efforts ravaged by tight shoes.
I tried to paint my toenails salmon pink --
It wore right off; I hate the world, I think.
2 comments:
I love this. :)
I painted my toenails pink this week in anticipation of wearing my new peeptoe shoes.. I'm wearing them today, and they look so cute. My fingernails, however... I never manage to paint those without immediately smudging them.
I always have something on my toenails, even in winter...Granted, I allow them to get a little more faded and ragged around the edges in winter, but I hate (my) bare toenails...they look like naked mole rats.
Usually they don't give me trouble, but lately...DANG, however long I dry them, they get all messed-up and nasty after one day in shoes.
Conversely to the way I maintain my toes, I never paint my fingernails. I can't do them tidily, and when they have layers of polish on them, they can't breathe. I hate that suffocated plasticky feeling on the digits most used to explore and define my physical universe.
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