“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
I don’t want them to get
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