“obsessions are nine tenths of my flaws.”


my nails are short and brittle.
I like stretching my fingers,
examining my hands a new way
in the blue dyed bath
in the new insular spring
where everything is only happening
inside of houses.
I spend my moments laying on the carpet
or up here watching
my nails fall off.
reminds me of when I was younger.

when I tap the tub
they stop.
I don’t want them to get
too far.
I turn back to the vent.

“no trespassing,walk to the
edge, scrape your finger around
the bubble. just feel the edge for

the edge was red.
when i tap the tub
it means i got the right answer.

“ok, thank you

“the baths”

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