© Marie Marshall
I like it more
when girls’ nails are tickly
than when they are clickily.
And I like it more
when they come
than when they go.
Yet, my questions still linger
as dabbed polish dried on finger…
Well there you go.
Well painted, M.
I have paint all over my fingers and my shirt smells of turps.
And I believe you, I do so.
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