Cutting Finger Nails.

There are few unedited stories

beneath my finger nails that I

filed down

onto

a

piece

of

paper.

One story is about death and

all the multifaceted ways

I die

every

day.

Another is about love

and the many  different forms

this verb takes

every

day

I

live.

Fear, hate and desire all

make their way on the

page

unknown

yet

calcified

and

tough.

The final story (filed down from

beneath my finger nails)

is one that is yet to be told

a future yet done

incomplete

waiting

to

be.

3 thoughts on “Cutting Finger Nails.

  1. A poem! And a cool one too, built around a central image which is mirrored in the structure and an elegant idea. Very nice poem, Randall.

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