Nailed

byAngeline©

There was this woman
at the hair salon in Iowa City.

(I forget her name),

but she gave great
manicure, rubbed my arms,
I almost saw god,
and she painted my nails
OPI Tahitian Sunset,
kind of orangy pink and shaped
just so, you know?

She rubbed my toes
and painted them, too.

It was a beautiful relationship.

I loved that woman until
she talked me into layers.
It took three damn years,
but my hair is long again,
although my nails
are momentarily
undone.

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