My Cardboard Balcony

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.

Jacob was at the forefront of the movement, and Trisha and Donovan were responsible for the publication of said movement. They knew the potential consequences of their actions - people in the town hated who they were, and some citizens were ready to scalp, stone, or crucify them as a result of their identities. Still, Jacob was unafraid - he even was going to march with his rainbow suspenders and neon green mohawk upright. Of course, he would be holding Donovan's hand.