Tonight's Poet Corner: Too Much Nail Polish
Too Much Nail Polish
by Belinda Roddie
My girlfriend bought too much nail polish,
and many more vials slipped into our mail.
Reds, greens, violets, teals,
glittery to glam to shy to sultry.
A match for an evening gown, a tone
for an afternoon in the park. Mimosa brunch
shades and midnight walk hues and
just enough bloom for the fingers during every
seasonal episode of madness.
She says she doesn't have a problem,
and maybe she's right. For now, I await
the day she goes ballistic and smothers
her cuticles in one great big,
gut-spewing rainbow.
by Belinda Roddie
My girlfriend bought too much nail polish,
and many more vials slipped into our mail.
Reds, greens, violets, teals,
glittery to glam to shy to sultry.
A match for an evening gown, a tone
for an afternoon in the park. Mimosa brunch
shades and midnight walk hues and
just enough bloom for the fingers during every
seasonal episode of madness.
She says she doesn't have a problem,
and maybe she's right. For now, I await
the day she goes ballistic and smothers
her cuticles in one great big,
gut-spewing rainbow.
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