Joel Olives Follow
She says it looks like I am not at home in my own skin.
I am always squirming.
weaving in and out of disasters,
picking at hangnails.
She tells me I should paint my nails,
it might help.
Make me appear more
less like a bomb waiting to explode.
Does she not see?
I am in charge of my own detonation.
She says I often wrap my own arms around my body,
as if I’m trying to keep my soul from spilling out.
says my sleeve has a hole in it.
But my life is so full of holes.
I want to tell her,
I would rather be patchwork
than perfect design.
I do not get manicures because I am embarrassed of people
seeing this massacre of fingernails.
let clots form,
and pull at loose strands again.
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